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This story started innocently enough. I started my first job three weeks after graduating from high school. I worked in the reception at a big conference hotel and it was a job I enjoyed a lot and I knew that they liked to promote people from within their own ranks so I could have a great career there. About a month after I started working there I started dating one of the chefs. His name was Leon and he’d trained in France and he used to put on a French accent that was sexy as hell. It didn’t take him long to get me into bed. He wasn’t my first, but all my other boyfriends had been high school sweethearts and back when I was in high school I had strict rules to follow so sex had never been very exciting. It’d been exciting enough to do it in someone’s backseat in a parking lot and not get caught.

With Leon I started discovering my own sexuality. He had his own apartment so I used to sleep over there after our dates. Leon was the one who got me to shave my pussy, he and I tried out all kinds of positions and he taught me how to become a great cock-sucker. We loved to watch porn together, especially amateur porn because it seemed more honest than the studio stuff. After a couple of months Leon asked me if I’d agree to be filmed. At first I completely turned down the idea, but the more Leon talked about it, the more I got excited by the thought. Leon showed me a web site that had a competition for the couple who could submit the best blowjob video. That couple would win a trip to Mexico.

A week later Leon’s friend Todd came around with a digital camcorder and recorded me sucking Leon’s big shaft. I normally swallowed his spunk, but this time I let him cum all over my face and tits and the last shot was of me licking cum off my lips and rubbing some into my nipple. Leon and I were both really proud of it and we were sure we were going to win. A few weeks went by and I kept fantasising about sucking Leon off in front of the camera. I told Leon and he said that he wanted to try it again.

We didn’t win that competition, but we came second and our prize was a brand new camcorder. By that time Leon had found a competition looking for the hottest amateur fuck video so once again Todd came around and Leon and I fucked our brains out. We continued this for a few months. We submitted our tapes and won minor prizes, but we never came first. Shortly after Christmas Leon was transferred to a new hotel and we broke up. We were still good friends, but I wasn’t ready to make a commitment and move to a whole other part of the country and Leon was starting to look at other girls. It was time to move on.

I dated a lot of guys in the next couple of months, but I didn’t get serious with anyone. It was fun to have sex with different guys and play around a little. At 19 I was still too young to settle down. I was still living with my mom and step-dad just before Easter when I tripped at work and broke my foot. I was ordered to stay at home for the next month. Mom was worried because she and my step-dad were going on a Caribbean cruise for two weeks and she wanted to cancel it. Between the two of us my step-dad and I managed to talk her out of it. The cruise was for their 15th anniversary and since I had crutches there wasn’t anything I couldn’t do, except wear the high heel shoes that were part of my work uniform.

The day before mom and my step-dad were due to leave on their cruise the phone rang. It was my brother Dave. He worked for the government and had been in South America for almost a year, he was coming home for a month or so to relax before his next mission. Once again mom wanted to postpone the cruise and once again we talked her out of it. She and my step-dad would get to see Dave when they came home.

Dave arrived in the evening the same day I’d taken mom and my step-dad to the airport. He’d always been good looking, but it seemed that his year in South America had taken away the last of his boyishness and made him all man. He had more muscles than I remembered, his body looked more solid and his face was hard and angular. I could see a lot of my step-dad in him, and since my step-dad was a good looking 50-year old I could imagine that Dave would only get better with age.

“Hi Debbie,” he kissed me on the top of my head. “What’s up?”

“Not much,” I answered. “I’m off work for a month cause of my broken foot.”

“Stuck in the house on your own, eh? Or does your boyfriend come around and take you out?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Really? I was sure…”

“Didn’t mom tell you that Leon and I split up? He got a new job and had to move.”

“Uhm… No, she didn’t tell me that. It must have slipped her mind.”

I went to bed shortly afterwards. I was a bit puzzled that Dave knew I’d had a boyfriend in the first place. I was seven years younger than him and he’d never been interested in what I was up to. He’d been eleven when our parents married and even though we’d lived in the same house for seven years and we’d been pretty close during that time, once Dave had graduated tuzla escort from college we hadn’t seen much of him and he didn’t seem to miss us all that much.

I had a restless night’s sleep. This broken foot was cramping my style. I hadn’t had sex in two weeks and I was getting seriously horny. I couldn’t go out dancing and get picked up while I was on crutches. I thought of calling some of the guys I’d dated, but I didn’t particularly want to fuck either of them again. If they’d been good enough to fuck again I would’ve had more dates with them. I spent the next night at home, watching TV while Dave was out with his friends. Once again I had a restless night.

The next morning I was about to go have a shower when the bathroom door opened. Out came Dave without a thread on his magnificent body. He didn’t attempt to hide anything as my eyes moved down to his crotch and I got to see how well hung he was. I blinked and averted my eyes and Dave chuckled as he made his way to his bedroom. He was gone by the time I was out of the shower and I was both disappointed and relieved. Disappointed because I wanted to see more of him and relieved because all I could think of was that wonderful piece of meat. I could imagine what it would feel like when it penetrated my cunt for the first time and I knew that I was dripping wet.

Just as I’d eaten my dinner Dave came home, carrying a laptop bag.

“Hey Debbie,” he said with a smile. “Come and have a look at this.”

I followed him into his bedroom that was full of posters from his teenage years, but where his old bed had been replaced with a big double bed. He placed the laptop on the desk and motioned for me to sit on the chair. Dave was standing behind me, his arms on either side of me, and he was typing in things into the computer.

“You know,” he started talking from behind me and I felt his breath on my neck. “When guys are away for a long time they have to find some way of pleasing themselves. Some start dating local girls, most of us dream of the honeys back home and an endless supply of porn. One day a couple of months ago the guy I was sharing an apartment with found a new porn star. She was so hot and he couldn’t stop watching her and jerking off, dreaming of fucking her. I’d never seen him so possessed by anyone before so I asked him if I could see too. He was right. She was so hot. I wanted her to suck my cock too. I’ll show you.”

With a couple of clicks with the mouse Dave started the video clip and I stared dumbfounded as I saw myself sucking Leon’s dick on screen. I felt myself go bright red. I wanted to get out of there, but Dave’s body was in the way and he’d tossed my crutches to the side.

“What’s the matter Debbie? Don’t you like to watch it? My favourite part is coming up. I love it when you smear his pre-cum on your nipples. That’s such a nice touch.”

“Please don’t tell mom and Bill about this,” I begged Dave. “We only did it to win a trip to Cancun.”

“Oh yeah? Then how about this? And this? And this?”

One by one Dave started showing Leon and me fucking on screen. We were fucking on Leon’s bed, then in a field, then in the car and every other place we’d fucked for those competition movies.

“Stop it!” I shrieked and Dave hit the X on each clip. “Where did you get all of these? They were only meant for some amateur video competitions.”

“Well, it seems your boyfriend has been making a fortune selling them online. The one of you two in the bike shed is the Number 1 requested title on several amateur sites.”

I wanted to die. The thought of guys jerking off while watching me being fucked was a tremendous turn-on, but my own brother had seen it now. He was going to tell our parents for sure.

“Please don’t tell mom and Bill,” I repeated. “Please!”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Anything. I’ll cook and clean for you when you’re at home. I can still drive, I’ll drive you anywhere. You can have the money I was saving up to get an apartment, anything! Just don’t tell them.”

He seemed to be thinking it over for a while, then he shook his head. “Sorry, that’s not good enough. I guess I’ll have to tell on you.”

“Please don’t!” I begged him.

“You’ll do anything?”

“Yes!”

“Good, you can start by giving me a blowjob. I haven’t had a decent one in months and you seem to have the technique down to a T.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Suck me off, you little whore.”

“I can’t do that!”

“Why not? You always enjoy it in your little movies. My cock will be just as juicy as that guy.”

“But…” I was lost for words. Surely he was joking!

“Debbie,” Dave grabbed hold of my head and looked me straight into the eyes. “I’m only going to say this once. You do NOT want to call my bluff, OK? You either do as you’re told or suffer the consequences. Now since you’ve been arguing a simple blowjob isn’t enough anymore. I want you naked, in front of the mirror while you’re sucking me off so that I can pendik escort see everything. Understood?”

I nodded and started undressing. I was a bit clumsy since I had a broken foot, but Dave didn’t do anything to help me. I managed to get my jeans off and then my t-shirt. I stood before him in my white lace bra and panties and looked at him, begging him with my eyes to stop there but there was just a cold demand to get naked in his eyes. I released my 36C tits from the bra and realised that my nipples were stiff with excitement. I could tell that Dave noticed that as well. I finally pulled off my panties, showing off my shaved cunt. I felt my tits bouncing as I hopped over to the mirror and kneeled, waiting for Dave to follow me. He walked up to me and shoved his crotch in my face as he released my long, dark hair from the ponytail. He sat on the side of the bed and smiled.

“Your body is much hotter in real life than it was on the video. Now get my cock out and start sucking.”

He moved himself backwards so that I had to lean forward to get to his cock. I knew that he was able to see the effect this was having on my pussy in the mirror. As I pulled his thick semi-erect cock and his heavy balls out of his pants I could feel myself getting wet. He was forcing me to do this. He was practically raping my mouth, but my cunt was gagging to feel what my mouth was about to taste.

I slowly licked the length of the rapidly hardening shaft. I tickled every inch of him and ran my tongue along the veins. His tool was smooth as silk in my hand as I moved on to lick his balls. I sucked his balls into my mouth and teased them with my tongue. I could tell on Dave’s breathing that he liked that. I then released his balls from my mouth and licked the pre-cum off his cock head. I circled it with my tongue, teasing him more. Then I licked my lips and slowly started sucking him into my mouth.

As Dave’s cock slid across my lips I let my tongue caress what was inside my mouth. I sucked him in slowly until he hit the back of my mouth and I stopped there. I had one hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock while my tongue worked on what was inside my mouth. I felt my pussy juices starting to run down my thighs and I knew that I was enjoying this as much as Dave was.

Then I slowly moved my head up again, almost letting Dave’s monster cock out completely before I sucked him in again. I was starting to suck harder and harder. He tasted so good. I moved my head up and down, faster and faster. I sucked him harder and harder. He started hitting my throat, I swallowed to deep throat him and I could hear his moans. I released him and sucked him in again. His hands landed on my head and he forced me all the way down on him again. His entire shaft was down my throat. I couldn’t breathe. Then he let me go again. Now Dave was in control again. He pushed himself deep into my throat. I sucked and played with my tongue, but he was in charge. He pushed himself deep and hard inside me. Faster and faster. Then he finally moaned a long moan and shoved his cock into my throat and didn’t release. That’s when I felt him cumming. He shot his load deep into my throat, forcing my to swallow every last drip. He didn’t let go until he’d released the last drop.

When he pulled out of my mouth I coughed and gasped for air. Dave just looked at me and chuckled.

“You should learn who’s in charge, little whore,” he said as he looked at me, my chest heaving as I tried to get oxygen into my lungs. “You’re a great cock sucker, but don’t ever fool yourself into thinking that you’re in control. I only let you do what I want you to do. Now get up in bed, I’m not done with you yet.”

“What? You said a blowjob and I gave you a blowjob.”

“The rules have changed, slut! I can see how wet you are. You want your big brother to fuck you.”

I blushed all over.

“The innocent act doesn’t work with me, whore. I didn’t say I was going to fuck you. I might fuck you. If you’re lucky. But you’re going to have to beg me for it first.”

“I’ll never beg you to fuck me, asshole!”

“I’m not blind, slut! I can see how you look at my cock. I can see how soaking wet your cunt is! You want it badly. But it’s up to you whether you get to enjoy our fucking or whether it’ll be a more painful experience. Now get the fuck up off the floor and lie down. I’ll be back in a second and I want you on your back with your legs spread so that I can see your juicy cunt.”

I didn’t dare do anything else. Would he really rape me if I didn’t beg for his cock? I lay down on my back and parted my legs. I was getting wetter and wetter and my nipples were fully erect. My body was already betraying me. My body wanted him to fuck me, whichever way he would have me. His cock had felt so good in my mouth. It would feel so good in my cunt. But I didn’t doubt that he’d make me hurt if I didn’t do as he said. Dave soon returned and he was naked. His cock was already semi-erect again, proving to maltepe escort me that he was ready to take this as far as he liked. He was carrying a camera.

“Those movies never gave a good close-up of your wet cunt. Pull your knees up and show me how horny your are, my little slut sister.”

I pulled my legs up and I felt my pussy lips part as Dave started taking photos. He made sure he got a lot of close-ups and that my face could be seen in all of them. I didn’t doubt that he was going to sell these pictures on the Internet. The thought of being an Internet porn star made me wetter.

“Oh you’re gagging for this. You’re such a whore!”

Dave put the camera to the side and his cock was almost fully erect by now. Was he going to fuck me now? Was he waiting for me to beg him? I was already humiliated beyond belief. I wasn’t going to beg. I simply wasn’t.

“Do you want me to fuck you, slut?”

“No!”

“Liar!” Dave laughed. “Hold your legs like that and don’t let go, no matter what, or you’ll be really sorry.”

Dave positioned himself below me, slowly taking in the sight of my open cunt and asshole. He sucked his finger and started teasing my ass. I gasped as he slid his finger inside. He hooked it and slid it out and I gasped in pain.

“Remember that, sister whore… You will be begging me or I’ll rape your virgin ass.”

He laughed as he saw the fear in my eyes. He had me exactly where he wanted me and he knew it. He leaned forward and placed his tongue at my asshole and then he licked all the way up past my clit. I moaned with pleasure as I felt his rough tongue lapping up my juices. His tongue soon stopped lapping and started penetrating me. I cried out as I felt his tongue in my cunt. I heard him slurp up more juices.

Dave started tongue fucking me. His tongue felt so good inside me and I was dying for him to touch my clit, but he didn’t. I was tempted to reach down and stimulate my clit myself, but I knew I’d be in trouble if I let go of my legs. Dave’s hands were caressing my ass cheeks as he fucked me with his tongue. I moaned louder and louder. This was wonderful. I wanted to cum, but he wouldn’t let me. He was torturing me with his talented tongue.

“You only have to say it.” Dave whispered from my cunt, still fucking me with his tongue.

I moaned some more. I wasn’t going to do it. I wasn’t. Dave’s thumbs started massaging me around my asshole. It felt so good. My juices kept running into his mouth and he fucked and sucked my cunt. I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum so badly.

“Please let me cum,” I finally begged him.

“What was that, sister slut?”

“Please let me cum,” I begged again.

“I could swear I heard my whore sister beg for something, but was it my cock?”

I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to say this. I felt like nothing but the whore he said I was.

“Please fuck me, Dave!” I finally gave in.

“Say that again?”

“Please fuck me with your juicy cock.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Because I’m your slut sister.”

“And what else?”

“And your whore.”

“You’ve got that right. Now let me hear you beg me properly.”

“Please fuck your whoring sister with your wonderful cock!!!!!”

“You bet I will, but first I’m going to do this.”

With those words he slid three fingers into my cunt and started sucking on my clit. His tongue flicked across my engorged clit as his fingers found my g-spot. It was as easy for him as flicking a switch. My body convulsed and my cunt cramped around his fingers and showered his hand as I screamed out the longed for release.

“Mmmm….” Dave pulled out his fingers and licked them. “What a fucking slut you are. Beg me again.”

“Please fuck me,” I said quietly.

Dave was on his knees, stroking his wonderful cock.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Then maybe I should give it to you. But which hole should I fuck?”

“Please fuck my cunt!”

“What’s that? Does my little whore sister want her big brother’s meat in her slutty cunt?”

“Yes!” I cried out, I couldn’t stand the torture any longer.

Dave didn’t say anything else. He placed his cock against my wet cunt and then he thrust himself inside me, all the way. I cried out in pain, he was so big and I was so tight.

“Oh, you’re a tight fucking whore, little sister!”

He started sliding in and out of me. His arms were pinning my thighs against my stomach and my legs were resting across his shoulders, forcing my ass up and giving Dave deeper access to my cunt. I soon got used to his size and he felt so good. He leaned forward and started biting my nipples hard. He tugged my nipples with his teeth as he pumped my cunt. Each time he was deep inside he gyrated his hips, making sure I felt every inch of his cock, making sure I knew who was possessing me. His thrusts set my clit on fire.

Dave picked up the pace. He fucked me harder and deeper. Each slam produced a loud squish sound as he buried himself deep inside my overflowing wetness. He fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked before. It felt better than any fuck had felt before. Each time he pulled out I wanted him right back inside me, using and abusing my cunt. I moaned out loud and he laughed against my tits as he sucked and bit my nipples. He knew he could do whatever he wanted with me.

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“Okay,” I told myself. “The road is straight for miles. I can close my eyes for five seconds. That’s all I need.”

That’s where I was. That’s the shape I was in.

It was past midnight and I was half an hour from the nearest town.

I was in the middle of deep, East Texas on a blacktopped road between the pine trees. I was beyond exhaustion. I badly needed sleep.

I closed my eyes for five seconds. Okay, it might have been closer to ten. Or maybe more.

I opened my eyes.

“Shit!” I yelled as the seatbelt bit into my chest as I pressed the break to the floor.

The anti-lock brakes chugged, and I felt the brakes pumping as I came to a stop in the middle of the road.

She had been standing close to the road by her stalled car.

I still can’t believe I didn’t hit her.

I looked in the rearview mirror and saw her standing there watching me in the red glow of my brake lights.

I sat there for a full minute. I was cautious. This could be some kind of trap.

Nothing happened. The girl shyly waved a hand toward me.

I took a deep breath and began to back up my truck. I backed up carefully until I was just about halfway past her car and put on my hazard lights. I watched as the girl cautiously made her way over to my passenger window.

She was beautiful in that country, farm-girl, all-American kind of way. In the bright glow of my headlights I could see she was wearing denim shorts, a t-shirt, and a high school letter jacket. This being Texas, she had on a pair of cowboy boots. Her hair was tied back in two braids. She smiled.

I pushed the button and the passenger window came down. She looked into the cab of my truck and smiled again.

“Thanks for stopping, ” she said. “I’m out of gas. I thought I could make it, but well…” she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders.

She was probably 18 or 19, but she was wearing a high school letter jacket.

“I was heading to my Dad’s after the game,” she explained. “He’s going to be pissed. He always tells me to fill up.”

“Well, I guess I can take you home or to the next town,” I told her. “Which is closer?”

She looked down the road ahead and said, “Daddy lives in Henderson, but there’s a Whataburger and gas station up ahead in Mt. Enterprise. You can drop me there and I’ll call someone to help me.”

“Okay,” I told her. “Lock up your car and I’ll take you into town.”

“Thanks!” She said with a huge smile and I watched her as she walked back to her car to lock it up. It was a lovely view watching her walk to her car. As she bent over to reach inside for her purse, I was given the sight of two perfect ass cheeks peeking out from the bottom of her denim shorts.

The view of her walking back to my truck was just as nice.

She opened the door and took off her letter jacket and tossed it into the back seat of my truck. She leaned down and took off her boots and then climbed in wearing tiny white socks. I couldn’t help but check her out. The t-shirt was very tight and form-fitting, and it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Her breasts filling out that top were a nice handful. Her legs were silky smooth. The light went out as she closed the door and reached for her seatbelt.

I turned my hazards off and put the truck in gear and we drove off into the darkness.

“I’m Tracey,” she said after a minute. “Thanks again for picking me up.”

“Nice to meet you, Tracey,” I replied. “I’m Lance, and I never leave a lovely lady in distress.”

“You’re sweet,” she replied and we both went silent again as we watched the road.

“So, you were at a game?” I finally asked to start some conversation.

“Yeah!” she responded enthusiastically. “Basketball. I go to Central Heights, just outside of the Nac loop.”

“Sure, I’ve driven past that school several times,” I responded. “I bet you’re a cheerleader too, aren’t you?”

“Why do you say that?” she said with a teasing lilt in her voice. “I mean, just because I’m a girl in a small town doesn’t mean that I’m a cheerleader.”

“Uh, oh, I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I was just…”

She reached over and lightly punched me in the arm.

“I’m just kidding with you!” she laughed. “I actually was a cheerleader, but I got in trouble and had to quit this year right at the end of football season.”

“Oh.” I replied. It was neither a question or a comment. I just let it lie there in the silence.

“You want to know what happened, don’t you?” she finally asked.

“None of my business,” I responded.

She turned sideways in the seat and looked at me. Her left leg bent at the knee and I was looking at a lot of her bare thigh.

“Can you keep a secret?” she asked teasingly.

“Sure,” I said solemnly. “You’ve known me for at least four minutes and if you can’t trust me now, you never will.”

“I got caught,” she said.

When I looked over at her, she had the tip of her index finger rubbing slowly across her lower lip.

“Caught doing what?” I asked

“My cheer coach caught me escort çekmeköy naked in the football locker room,” she said with a grin. “It wasn’t totally my fault! The other cheerleaders had dared me to go in there!”

“So, the whole football team saw you naked?” I asked in a voice that was just asking for more details.

“No, silly!” She laughed. “There was no on in there. We beat their bus back to school and the girls dared me to run through their locker room in just a towel. They pushed me inside. I guess they expected me to fight my way back out, but I decided to investigate.”

I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but I kept glancing over at this girl as she described herself being naked.

“I guess I was turned on by the smell,” she began. “There’s something about the sheer manliness of it all. It smelled like men. I started to walk slowly around and imagined them all standing there in their jock straps or naked from the shower. So, I took my towel off and went crazy.”

“Crazy?” I asked.

“Yeah, I sat on their benches, and I ran around the locker room just taking in the smells. It was intoxicating.”

“You were walking all around the locker room?” I asked. “Totally naked?”

She looked over at me and whispered, “I love being naked. I get so hot and wet.”

“Oh, really?” I asked in a voice rough from not swallowing.

“Oh, yes!” she exclaimed. “I was too far gone. I need to cum. I had mounted a bench full of damp and smelly used towels and was humbping and rubbing myself off on it, when my Coach came in with several of the cheerleaders. She couldn’t hide it since there were witnesses. So, they had to kick me off.”

“So, now what do you do in your free time?” I asked.

“I do whatever I want, mostly.” She replied as she stretched her body, pushing her chest outward.

“Lance,” she asked again in a whisper. “Do you want to see me naked? I want you to. Can I take off all of my clothes and show you my naked body? Hmm, Lance? Right here in your truck?”

“Uh, Tracey…” I began, but she just shushed me.

“I like to be naked and I like men to look at me,” she said quickly. She reached down to her belly and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She tossed it into the back. Her gorgeous breasts bounced and jiggled with her movements. Then she arched her back and slid out of her shorts and panties.

She added those to the pile in the back and sat back with a deep sigh of satisfaction. “There!” she announced, “I’m all naked!”

I gave her a quick glance and returned my eyes to the road.

“You can look at me,” she giggled. “I want you to. You should slow down or pull over somewhere. You don’t want to get in wreck out here in the middle of nowhere.”

She stretched her feet up and onto the dashboard, still wearing the little white socks. She used the toes of the opposite foot to pull those socks off. They soon joined the pile behind her seat.

“Now, I’m totally naked. I shaved my legs really good tonight,” she teased as she ran her hands all over her legs. “They’re so smooth and silky. Touch me and feel!”

She flipped up the divider/storage arm between us and turned sideways in the seat. Her bare toes were now pushing against my thigh and moving toward my cock.

I was looking at the road and looking at her body and I finally was about to just pull over on the side when I saw my chance. Up ahead was a short drive to where a rancher would load his feeder cattle onto a trailer. I quickly slowed down and after checking my mirrors, I backed up into the short driveway, facing the road.

“Perfect!” Tracey squealed out. “Turn on the dome light!”

I switched on the light, filling the cab with brightness and looked at the naked woman next to me.

“Touch me,” she said in a husky voice.

I ran my hands across her legs. They were both silky smooth. She arched and stretched, pushing her toes into my leg.

“You know what, Lance?” she whispered. “I’m hot and wet right now.”

She leaned forward and grabbed my hand. “Touch me more. Feel me,” she teased.

She pulled my hand straight to her pussy. “See?” she bragged. “I get so hot…so wet! Stick your fingers in me!”

I stiffened my index and middle finger as she pulled against me. In a split second, I was fully inside of her pussy. I formed my hand like a gun and used my thumb to rub her clit. It was stiff and hard, and I was able to flick it up and down. He pussy muscles clamped down hard around my fingers and she screamed out in orgasm.

“Ohhhhh, yes!” she screamed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She had both hands on my wrist and was pulling me towards her and clamping her thighs tight. I was stuck in the seatbelt as she tugged on my arm.

I sat there as she rode out her orgasm and finally released my arm.

“Take…take it out!” she finally said urgently. “Your cock. Stick it in me!”

In seconds, I was unbuckled from the seatbelt and my own belt. I had barely even pulled my pants down enough for escort içerenköy my cock to poke out and she was grabbing it and pulling me on top of her. She met my lips quickly with her own and her tongue was quickly pushing through to find mine. Her hands reached around to my bare ass and she humped herself underneath me until my cock prodded against her steaming opening.

“Yessss!” we both moaned together, causing her to giggle deep in her throat as my cock slid deep into her. I was balls to the wall, and we were humping hard against each other. This was pure fucking. She was slamming her hips up from the seat to meet my thrusts.

“Just come in me!” she cried out. “Come in me now and we can take our time the next one!”

So, I grunted and thrusted and slammed into her body until my cock stiffened and I paused for that precious half second as I felt the beginnings of my orgasm.

She felt it in her pussy and growled, “Come on…fuck me!”

My cock spurted and spurted, and her pussy clamped tightly around me. I could feel her muscles milking every drop from me.

I partially collapsed on top of her, drained and breathing heavily. She brought me around by pushing her locked ankles against my ass. That caused me to move inside of her and the tender head of my cock made me shiver.

I slid out and away from her and back to my side of the truck. I turned off the interior cab light. I’d completely forgotten it was even on.

The darkness in the cab was like night to my eyes. I felt her moving around in the seat and realized she was reaching back for her clothes.

I reached up and caressed her smooth ass as she giggled and slapped my hand away.

“Take me to the store up ahead,” she said as she gathered up her clothes. “I need to clean up before I go home to Daddy.”

“But what about…?” I began until she interrupted me.

“What about us fucking again?” she giggled. “Be patient, Lance. We have all of the time in the world.”

“When? I mean, how…” I stammered.

She laughed again. “Like I said, I get really hot and wet. I need to clean up. Then I think I’ll play with your cock and suck it some while you drive. I know where we can stop just before Daddy’s house and you can fuck me doggy-style. I thought of that when you grabbed my ass just then.”

“Okay!” I said eagerly. I pulled out onto the road and quickly started putting miles away.

Soon I saw the lights glowing in the distance ahead. Tracey looked over at me and smiled.

“You were fun! Thanks for picking me up,” she said as she stared off into the distance.

Soon we could see the Whataburger sign up ahead. It was a combination gas station complex with a drive-thru on the side. I pulled in and parked a few spaces down from the front door as she looked into my sun visor mirror and fluffed her hair.

She smiled at me again and said, “I’ll be right back out after I use the ladies’ room.”

Again, I couldn’t help but enjoy the view as she walked away from my truck. Just before reaching the door, I felt my cock began to thicken again. I realized I hadn’t tucked away, so I awkwardly lifted up my hips and fastened my jeans back.

Needing to use the restroom myself, I got out of the truck and walked inside. A bell above the door jingled when I opened it.

A young woman in her early twenties working the counter looked up at me and smiled as I came in. She looked down at me and laughed and pointed to the back.

“Restrooms are in the back, darlin!” she said with a smirk.

Confused, I looked down and saw that I had zipped up my shirt in my pants. I quickly made my way to the restroom.

I finished drying my hands and stepped back into the little store. I was hanging around the counter area for Tracey to come out. After a few minutes, I guess the clerk started to get nervous about me.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked suspiciously.

“No,” I replied. “I’m just waiting for her to come out.”

“Her?” she asked quizzically. “Who?”

I pointed back to the restrooms.

“The girl that came in her just before I did,” I replied. “Jean shorts and boots? Letter jacket?”

“Well that sounds like a pretty woman, but darlin’ you’re the best and only thing that’s come through that door in 40 minutes,” she told me.

“There’s no way you didn’t see her!” I exclaimed as I walked to the door and looked over to my truck. The bell above the door jingled when I opened it and then came back inside.

“I would have heard that bell,” she told me. “That’s why it’s there, in case I’m in the back or something.”

I gave her a blank look and said, “This is crazy!”

I went back to the restrooms and opened the door to the women’s room.

“Tracey?” I said to the silence. I repeated the call several times.

Numbly, I walked back slowly to the front of the store. The clerk was now looking at me strangely.

“Did you say her name was Tracey?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah, that’s her name,” I responded escort çakmak weakly.

“Oh my gosh! It really happened!” she said in a deep whisper.

“What?” I yelled out. “What are you talking about?”

She stared at me with an amazed look. “You picked up Tracey Sanders!”

“I guess,” I replied annoyingly. “I don’t know her last name.”

“Hold on a second,” she said, and she ran to the door and locked it. She flipped over a sign that said CLOSED and urged me to follow her over to the Whataburger side of the complex.

I stumbled behind her as we walked over to the Whataburger. The two teenage girls behind the counter looked at us questioningly.

“He picked up Tracey Sanders!” she screamed out.

I thought the two girls were going to faint from the looks on their faces.

“No way!” they both squealed and came around the counter. They all led me over to some tables and asked me for details.

I explained how I’d picked her up because she was out of gas. I didn’t go into the other details.

“That’s so freaking neat!” one of the girls said. The others just nodded.

“He needs a drink,” the girl from the store said. “Get him a Coke!”

She ran back to the little store and came back with a small bottle of Jack Daniels about the same time the Whataburger girl brought back a coke. They mixed it up strong for me and told me to take a big drink.

I did. It burned on the way down. I just didn’t understand what was going on.

Finally, the girl from the store said, “My name is Dawn. This is Lisa and Stephanie.”

“Lance,” I replied cautiously.

“Tracey Sanders,” Dawn said and then took a deep breath. “She died in a car crash ten years ago.”

I was shocked. Nervous.

Then I laughed.

“That’s funny,” I replied. “That’s really funny.”

“Go get it,” Dawn said to the girls. Stephanie jumped up and ran behind the counter of the restaurant.

“We keep this in back in case it ever happened,” she explained. “I mean, I’d heard the stories, but I never thought it would happen.”

Stephanie came back with a laminated piece of newspaper print. It told the story of the death of Tracey Sanders, a cheerleader from Central Heights High School. A picture of the smiling girl I had just been with was in the article.

I dropped the paper on the table.

“No way!” I said firmly. “There’s no way in hell that wasn’t a real girl!”

Dawn just tapped her finger on the paper. “It’s all there,” she said. “Now it says she was a cheerleader but the way we heard it was that she’d just been kicked off of the team. I think she was caught drinking or something.”

“Something…” I said and let my mind wander to what Tracey had told me not more than an hour ago.

“No!” I cried out. “You don’t understand. I didn’t just talk to her. She was there. We even…”

I stopped myself from saying what really happened, but Dawn gave me a knowing look where the other girls just looked confused.

“They say it happens around this time every year,” Dawn said. “Somebody will stop and give her a ride to her father’s house, but they never actually make it there. They finally laminated the story to prove it to the people that pick her up.”

I needed to leave. I stood up on trembling legs.

“Are you okay?” Dawn was asking as I took a big gulp of the drink. “I think you need to stay awhile.”

“Yeah, mister,” Lisa was saying. “You shouldn’t be back on the road.”

“Um, I’m okay,” I mumbled as I thanked them for the drink.

I slowly made my way out to my truck. When I opened my door, the overwhelming smell of sex hit me full force.

I sat down in my seat and closed the door. I had just started it up when I heard a tap on the passenger window and about peed my pants. It was Dawn.

I rolled the passenger window down and she leaned forward to talk.

She instantly was met with the same raw, sexual smell I had been greeted by.

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “I knew there was something different about your story.”

I looked over at her and could see the sexual experience in her eyes.

“You two…” she began. “I mean, it’s obvious, right? You had sex with her, didn’t you?”

I sighed. “It’s been a long night, Dawn.” I told her. “Thanks for the drink.”

She stepped back and I rolled the passenger window back up. I put my truck in reverse and backed out of my space. I pulled back onto the road.

All the way to my destination, I kept imagining that she was there on the side of the road, or kept expecting to see her sitting next to me. Naked. The girl had been naked. Hell, I’d fucked her!

At home I found the story online and it was just like they had told me. She’d crashed her car into some trees and died at the scene. She’d just left a basketball game and was driving to her father’s house.

The next morning, I was cleaning out my truck and I found a pair of white socks in the backseat of my truck.

Epilogue: Five years later.

I find myself driving down that road again. I had just exited the loop around Nacogdoches and soon passed Central Heights high school. It all came back to me. Five years later and it was as if it had happened yesterday. I could still see the image of her young naked body sitting next to me. I can still feel what it felt like to be inside of her.

I was amused at myself to find my cock getting hard.

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It has been two years since my parents died in a car crash coming back from holiday. My younger brother, Greg, went to live with our grandparents until my grandfather had a stroke. When my grandmother couldn’t take care of my brother, as well, he moved in with me. Things were going fine, with Greg attending the local Polytech, like me. I was earning a teacher’s degree, and Greg was studying carpentry.

Several months passed, and I noticed strange things happening around the house. It seemed that my underwear drawer was open all the time, so I went upstairs to ask Greg if he knew anything about it. When I knocked on Greg’s door, I heard frantic rustling for several long moments before he finally called, “Come in!”

“What’s going on in here?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said too quickly, huddling beneath the covers as though naked. I had a fair idea what he had been doing, as I still do the same thing.

“Greg, do you know anything about my underwear drawer?” I asked him.

“No, I don’t,” he replied.

“Are you sure? Because it doesn’t open by itself,” I said.

“No, I don’t! Why would I go in there?”

“Ok,” I said, and I closed the door behind me.

The next day, I came home early. Unlocking the front door, I stepped inside and went upstairs. I was about to enter my bedroom when I stopped at the doorway, stunned that my brother was on my bed – wearing one of my black bras and a matching g-string bikini! I saw that he was reading a porno mag. His straining-hard cock was poking through the edge of my panties, and he was beginning to stroke it.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I yelled at him, storming into the room.

“Nothing,” he sputtered, trying to hide his now-shrinking cock.

“Doesn’t look like nothing! Where did you get this?” I snapped, picking up the porno mag and flicking through the pages. I got to a few that were stuck together and frowned. I didn’t speak but kept paging through the magazine.

“One of my mates brought it for me,” he mumbled.

“And why are you wearing my underwear?” I asked him.

“I like the feel of the lacy material on my bare skin,” he said in a tiny voice.

I put the dirty magazine in front of him and pointed at a picture of a naked woman with big breasts. “So, you like bare boobs?”

“Yes, err – yes!” he said in a raspy voice, distressed a bit by my choice of words.

“Have you ever seen bare boobs for real? Not in a picture?” I asked, still flicking through the pages of the magazine.

“No,” he answered. His regret and disappointment was written on his face and showed in his voice.

“Would you like to see some real bare boobs?” I asked him.

That question surprised him, but what surprised him even more was the sudden change in my voice. “If you want to see real boobs so badly, you can see mine,” I informed him.

That remark hit him with a mixture of shock, fear, and excitement. I wanted nothing more than to see my younger brother naked, and for him to see me the same way. Instinctively, his eyes drifted over my body. I look pretty for twenty-five. My skin is tanned, bayburt escort and I have blue eyes and beautiful, long, blonde hair. I was wearing a short white skirt and a tight, black, sleeveless shirt with a high neck line which made my medium-sized breasts look larger.

As Greg stared at me, I tossed the magazine aside and started to remove my shirt and pull it over my head. Then I paused and said teasingly, “Well, you do want to see my bare breasts, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Greg stammered. “Please.”

Without much waiting, I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my lacey red bra. I thought that my bra was a size too small, since my breasts were hardly contained by the measly cups. The sight of his half-naked sister had an immediate effect on Greg, and I saw his dick starting to get hard again. He was a bit embarrassed by the fact that his own sister could provoke such a response, and he crossed his legs and tried to hide his erection. I just smiled.

“Greg, honey, it doesn’t matter,” I said. “It’s perfectly normal for a woman taking off her clothes to cause such a reaction in an eighteen-year-old boy.”

Still smiling, I pulled my bra straps over my shoulders, reached behind me, and unclasped the bra, then shrugged the straps down my shoulders one by one and dropped the bit of red lace to the floor. Greg could now see my firm, naked breasts. It must have been a most beautiful sight, for my little brother was staring in wonder at my lovely globes of flesh topped by nice-sized nipples.

“You may touch them, if you want to,” I told him.

I could see that he felt a bit ashamed, but apparently, I didn’t have any qualms about him touching my breasts. I moved closer to my bed and sat next to him. Carefully, he placed a hand on one of my tits. As soon as the soft flesh touched his hand, he let go of all his inhibitions and surrendered to his lust. Enthusiastically, he started to rub my breasts and massage my nipples. I was enjoying this, and as my breathing was quickening, he got the courage to bend his head down and lick my breasts. When he sucked on my nipples, they came fully erect almost instantly.

After he had been fanatically playing with my breasts for a while, I motioned for him to stop. He let go of my tits as a baby would if changing nipples and gave me a questioning look. I didn’t say anything, but I got up off the bed, untied my skirt, and pushed it down my legs. I did this slowly, as if I were trying to tease my audience. I turned to the side, imagining how a picture of such would look. I slowly and very carefully pushed my skirt down, sticking my ass out as the fabric slid over my full, round ass cheeks. I bent over so that I pushed my skirt all the way down to my ankles and stepped out of the pile of cloth slowly. I could see that Greg was now looking at me with the lusty eyes of a man trying to remember every inch of my smooth skin. All I was wearing now was a red pair of g-string knickers, and I sat back down on the bed next to him.

I looked at him and said, “Do you want to see everything?”

He bartın escort couldn’t utter a single word anymore; instead, he just nodded.

I lay back and I slid my hands down my curvaceous body to the top of my red g-string thong. They fit me perfectly, and the strings were nothing more than an eighth of an inch wide. The back came together in a small triangle that served to define the shape of my ass. I moved my thumbs between my strings and my hips and slowly pushed them down over my toned thighs, then wriggled then down over my bare feet. I threw my only remaining piece of clothing into the corner of my room and spread my legs wide, showing him my ripe pussy in all its glory.

“You are old enough to realize,” I said, softly but sternly, “that no one must ever know what’s happening here, right now – right?”

He nodded.

“Come on little brother, play with my pussy,” I said.

He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He hesitated a little as he looked at his naked, incredibly hot sister, then dragged his body across the bed and lay next to me. I could feel my pussy was getting wet with aptipation. Greg began to plant soft kisses up each thigh. He then reached my moist pussy. He extended his tongue and it brushed against my swollen clit. I jerked with pleasure. Greg started licking the entire length of my slit, tasting my nectre with each lick.

“Oh, Greg. That’s fucking increible,” I said. It had been eight months since my last boyfriend, and having someone eating my pussy was sensation I had missed.

He continued licking me. With each lick, he stopped at my clit, giving it a little tickle with his tongue. After a dozen or so more licks, he rested his mouth on my pussy opening and began to dart his tongue in and out of my cunt, and his nose was now rubbing on my clit. It was driving me mad. I cupped his head in my hands and pulled him into my groin. My juices were really flowing now as I was now turned by this act my brother was giving me. His tongue was now rapidly darting in and out of pussy. After a few more minutes of this, it was too much for me to bear. My legs cramped up around his head, and my pussy erupted in an unbearbale orgasm.

He emerged from between my legs with cum over his chin.

“Where did you learn to perform oral sex like that?” I asked him.

“I read the stories in the porno magizines,” he said.

“Well, that was fucking incredible. Now come and lie down. I want to return the favour,” I told him

He did as he was told and lay down next to me on his back. I removed the lace panties he still had on and sat on my knees in front of him. Then I grabbed his raging hard-on and started to masturbate him softly.

“Nice?” I asked.

He could only moan in response. The feeling of his warm, stiff prick in my supple hand was so amazingly good. I smiled a satisfied smile and bent over his crotch. I closed my lips around the head of his cock and started to lick it carefully. He obviously had no idea what was happening to him. With my tongue, I licked some pre-cum from ığdır escort his dick, after which I took his prick completely in my mouth. I blew him, slurping, and the feeling this was causing him must have been awesome. It didn’t take Greg long to come, grunting. I felt him tense, but I kept his cock firmly in my mouth. He must have experienced an intense orgasm, and he unloaded an enormous amount of sperm. I tried to swallow it all, but the amount of semen that was flowing from my little brother’s testicles at that moment was so large that I couldn’t swallow everything. The excess sperm dripped from the corners of my mouth.

After a while, I let his shrinking cock glide out of my mouth and lay on top of him. The sensation of my tits against his chest and my belly against his dick was indescribably erotic. I smiled at him while large drops of his semen were trickling down my lips and chin, then I kissed him again and whispered in his ear, “Now that you have eaten me out and I have given you a blow job, I might as well teach you everything. Ready for your first time, kid?”

“Yes” he moaned, and his cock was already on the rise again, simply because I had put my sexy naked body on top of his. I rolled off Greg and lay on my back.

“Come on!” I said, “stick your prick in my pussy.”

Because of the language I was using, Greg was obviously getting hornier and hornier, if it was possible, and he climbed on top of me. I put my arms around him, pressed his body against mine, and easily guided his hard cock into my wet pussy. Prudently, he started to thrust. He still couldn’t believe this was happening to him, but the slurping sound made by my moist pussy with every thrust of his cock, and the banging sensation of his balls against my pussy, convinced him of the fact that he was truly fucking his sister.

When the realization hit, he could hardly control himself and started to thrust faster and faster, causing my tits to swing back and forth. I softly moaned while he was fucking me like a madman, and he put his head between my breasts. Ultimately, he couldn’t take any more.

“Yes” I moaned “Shoot it in my cunt! Shoot your cum into my cunt, little brother!”

My dirty language made him crazier with lust than he was already, and I felt his body shake. He groaned and came, squirting his young sperm deep inside my pussy. As soon as he had unloaded the last drop of semen from his balls, he let himself fall on top of me, completely exhausted. I still had my arms around him. I hugged him tightly, pressing my tits against his chest. I then gave him a wet kiss and looked at him in a way that was tender and horny at the same time.

“So,” I said, a mischievous twinkle in my eyes, “How was it?”

“Fucken unbelievable!” he said, as he looked into my eyes.

“Now doing it for real is better than looking at naked pictures in a magizine and doing it with your hand?” I asked him

“It’s brilliant,” he softly said. “Better than I had ever dared dream.”

“I quite enjoyed it myself. To tell you the turth, I was turned on by the sight of you wearing my underwear,” I said, smiling at at him. “From now on, you will sleep in my bed, and since you like wearing my underwear, I will give you some of mine to wear. Maybe I’ll even take you shopping for your own underwear.”

Greg just smiled at me as and he continued to hug me, and we stayed in bed together for the rest of the night, enjoying our new ound relationship…

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Ok with this story that I am writing about. I had a friend help me with this one. He gave me I ideas for this story. I hope you all like it.

Lara and Jenny are both 18 years old. They both go to the same high school which was Saint John High school. Lara is 5’9″ almost 6 feet, she has long brunette hair, a slender body with 38C breast and a shaven cunt all the time, and she has tan skin as well. Jenny is 5’5″ with her short black hair at her shoulders, a slender body with 36B breast also a shaved cunt as well with tan skin.

Lara and Jenny were taking Gym class at last hour and when it was over. Lara and Jenny would wait for the rest of the girls to leave the locker room. Lara and Jenny were the best of friends and they do everything together. Lara lean against the wall and looked up at the ceiling. Jenny looked at her. “Lara, what are you thinking about?” she asked Lara.

Lara looked at her. “Oh I was thinking about my ex boyfriend,” she said. Jenny rolled her eyes and took off her shorts and t shirt getting ready to take a shower. Lara’s gaze scrolled down from Jenny’s face to her ass. Lara loved how Jenny’s ass was curve in her panties. It was a sexy look for Jenny. Of Course, Lara has been having the hot for her best friend for a while and she’s never been with a girl before but she always wanted to try it.

Jenny looked at Lara. She giggled. “Oh look, I’m stripping for you, Lara,” She said. Lara smiled and took off her clothes, showing her naked body to Jenny. “Why don’t we take a shower together, Lara? No one is here but us.”

Lara nodded and smiled. “Sure, that could be fun, Jenny,” Lara said, as she walked into the showers and turned on one of the shower heads. Jenny got under the shower head first and Lara felt her breath leave her lungs as she stared at Jenny’s naked body under the water. Water was trickling down Jenny’s hair, over her shoulders, down her breast. Lara took a deep breath and went back to grab the shampoo and condition also the body soap.

Jenny looked at Lara and moved out from under the shower head. When Lara got her turn under the water, Jenny was staring at her breast and gulped. “Lara, you look so sexy under the water,” she said.

Lara grinned and looked at Jenny. “So did you. I mean the water trickling all over your body. I think you got me horny,” she said. Lara was horny like crazy; she’d hope that Jenny was too.

Jenny smiled. “Well, you’re making me horny at this moment being under that shower head. Although I’ve never had sex with a girl before,” she said as she looked at Lara.

Lara smiled and pulled Jenny closed to her body. “Neither have I but I’m willing to find out what it’s like, don’t you?” she asked. Jenny nodded. Lara covered her lips over Jenny’s. Lara slided her hands up to Jenny’s breast, cupping her breast, stroking bahçelievler escort her nipples. Jenny gasped and arched her back, pressing her breast hard into Lara’s hands. Lara pulled her lips from Jenny’s and leaned down her head, taking one of Jenny’s nipples into her mouth, suckling on her breast, flicking her tongue back and forth across her nipple as she strokes her other nipple, hearing Jenny moan softly.

Jenny cupped Lara’s head and runs her fingers through her hair. She licked her lips and moaned, “oh Lara, mmm.” Lara pulled her mouth away from her best friend’s breast, getting on her knees. Lara kissed down Jenny’s stomach and then covered her mouth on Jenny’s cunt, flick in her tongue inside, tasting the sweet essences of her best friend’s juice. Jenny arched her back and cried out with pleasure, breathing heavily that Lara made her want to collapse against the wall but she didn’t. She just stood there, running her fingers through Lara’s hair, moaning softly.

Lara pulled her mouth away and slided three fingers inside Jenny’s cunt. That did it just right too. Jenny tilted her head back and screamed as she felt her orgasm flow over Lara’s fingers as Lara continued to finger her. “Mmm, I guess being with a girl is pretty amazing,” she said. Jenny pulled Lara to her feet and got on her knees. Lara felt her legs shaking as Jenny spread her legs a little apart.

Jenny kissed the inside of Lara’s thigh going up to her cunt. She gave Lara’s cunt a little lick then kissed her other thigh. Lara closed her eyes and licked her lips. She ran her fingers through Jenny’s hair, pulled her head back. Lara leaned down and brushed her lips over Jenny’s.

Jenny smiled and knew that she was doing something right but giving Lara more pleasure and teasing in her play. Jenny rubbed Lara’s cunt with her finger and licked her cunt lips. Lara digs her fingers deeper inside Jenny’s hair, moaning and biting on her lower lip. She felt like she was going to die in the shower room because of the way Jenny teased Lara’s cunt. It was crazy and madness.

Jenny slided two fingers inside Lara’s cunt, sliding her fingers in and out of her cunt, she could hear Lara’s breath become quick and fast. It was unbelievable that this could affect Lara so quickly. She pulled her fingers out and sucked on them, tasting Lara’s juices. Then she put on her mouth on Lara’s cunt and sucking on her lips, nibbling them. Lara cried loudly that she was glad no one here but them two. Jenny flicked her tongue in and out of Lara’s cunt as Lara stroked Jenny’s breast making them both feel go at the same time. Jenny sucked harder and flicked her tongue in and out faster. Lara screamed as she came in Jenny’s mouth. Jenny swallowed Lara’s orgasm down her throat, feeling the heat bağcılar escort and sweet taste of her orgasm.

After taking a shower in the school’s locker room, Jenny thought that Lara should come over her house and have fun. Lara agreed to going to Jenny’s house. They played in Jenny’s bedroom with her vibrator and strip on. She didn’t think her father would be home for hours since he takes long with his paper work in his classroom. Yes, Jenny’s father, Jake, was a teacher at Jenny’s school.

He is 37 years old with black hair. His body muscular and fit for his age, he had tan skin and gray eyes that were like smoke. He is 6 ft and he has an 8 inch cock that was still good for great uses. So he pulled in the driveway about 6:30 pm. He saw his daughter’s bedroom light on from outside in his car. He knew that she’d be home. He got out of his car and walked into the house. He took off his coat and shoes. He put the case against the wall and started toward the kitchen.

When he heard moans and groan noise from downstairs, so he turned toward the stairs and climb up the stairs as he did, the noises got louder as he moved closer toward Jenny’s bedroom. He stopped dead center in Jenny’s door way to see his daughter and Lara touching, kissing, and fucking each other in Jenny’s bed.

Jake licked his lips as he stared at his daughter between Lara’s legs, eating out her cunt, flicking her tongue in and out. Lara had her eyes closed and ran her fingers through Jenny’s hair, moaning out Jenny’s name. He felt his prick grow hard and stiff in his pants. He couldn’t believe how his daughter and her friend turned him on when they are like this in her bed. He could see Jenny’s cunt dropping and wanted to taste his daughter’s juices so bad.

He stripped off his clothes and saw that Lara opened her eyes. She gave him a sweet smile and little wink. He climbed onto the bed slowly not to stop Jenny from eating out Lara’s cunt. He got between Jenny’s legs and slid his prick deep inside his daughter’s sweet wet tight cunt. He saw as Jenny pulled her head back and moaned loud. He put his hands on her hips and slid his prick in and out of her slowly.

Jenny opened her eyes and looked at Lara. “Who has their dick inside me, Lara?” she asked her best friend as she moaned a little as the thrust got harder.

Lara just smiled and looked at her. “You’re father is giving you nice fucking right now, Jenny” she said. Jenny laughed and moaned at that same time.

Jenny pulled away from her father and looked at him. “Well, Daddy, since you want to be part of the fun, you have to lie on your back,” she said to her father. He smiled and did what his daughter told him. Jenny slid her cunt down his prick and rode him hard as Lara had Jenny’s father’s head ümraniye escort between her legs.

He flicked his tongue in and out of Lara’s cunt as Jenny rode him hard and fast. He breathes heavily and sucked hard on her cunt. Lara arched her back and came in his mouth and he drank her orgasm. Jenny rode him harder and faster as he knew that he couldn’t hold it any longer. He screamed out his daughter’s name and put his hands on her hips, slamming her cunt hard down on his prick. He let his cum fill up his daughter’s cunt and he felt her orgasm as he did.

Lara looked at him and sat on the edge of the bed. “Jenny, you have to let you’re father eat you out. He’s so fucking good at it.” She said as she got between his legs. Jenny gave Lara a nod and slid off her father’s prick. She had her father’s head between her legs now. He started to lick his daughter’s cunt as he felt Lara’s mouth on his prick.

She slid her mouth down his prick taking him all the way in. She wrapped her hand around his prick and stroked him slowly. Jenny moaned as her father licked her cunt and Lara fondled his balls, sucking him deep in her throat. He breathes heavily and cries out with pleasure. “Wow, Lara, I didn’t know you deep throat,” he said as he felt her mouth move up and down his prick.

The way she sucked him was all the proof he needed. She took very deep in her throat, sucking him and fondling with his balls. Jenny gripped her headboard and cried out with pleasure as her father sucked on her cunt. It felt so good to feel his tongue flick in and out of her cunt as she had dreamed of once or twice at night lying in her bed. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. She breathed heavily and grinded her cunt on his mouth, making him taking more of her cunt into his mouth.

Lara felt Jenny’s father prick pulse in her mouth. She moaned and sucked on his prick. She pulled back and flicked her tongue around the tip of his prick. He thrust up his hips and moaned against Jenny’s cunt, making her cunt vibrate. Jenny cried out with pleasure and cum in his mouth. He swallowed her cum down his throat as Lara took him all the way in her mouth again.

He ran his fingers through her hair and moaned. He thrust up his hips as she took more in her mouth. She massaged his balls and stroked him hard. He breathes heavily and arched his back. He grips her hair and pulls her all the way to the base of his prick. He thrust up his hips and shoots his cum down her throat. She swallowed his cum down her throat and pulled back. Jenny lay motionless next to her father and Lara lay at the end of the bed, breathing heavily. He looked up at the ceiling and said, “since when did you two start having girl on girl sex?”

Jenny popped up on her elbow and said, “We tried it in the school’s locker room.” Lara nodded and closed her eyes. They cuddled up on Jenny’s bed and went to sleep. It was the greatest night of Lara’s and Jenny’s life. It was the best sex Jake has had in his life.

So whenever Lara would come over or spend the night, that’s when Jenny, her father, and Lara would do is have the greatest sex all together for the fun of it. And it was always a secret between all three people.

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Sam was not sure what had made him decide to bring the skinny little brunette back to his apartment. She had come on to him at the party and made it clear that she wanted to fuck. There were more attractive prospects at the party. This one was boyishly skinny with no hips to speak of and little more than bumps were her tits were supposed to be. She was almost waifish, barely five feet tall. Her voice exhibited a lower tonal range than her small size might have predicted. He had been lazy; he had left with her within half an hour of arriving. He had only gone to the party looking for a fuck; having found a sure bet early, he had settled for ease over quality. At first he had not even been sure that she was of legal age. He’d checked her ID.

With her clothes on she appeared almost boyish. Now naked she was writhing as a result of his oral attention to her bare little cunt, which was the only part of her anatomy which made her remotely female. She had a little boy’s ass and knobby knees. He felt like some combination of a pedophile and fag. With his middle finger fully inserted inside her tight little ass hole and his mouth firmly planted on her sweet young pussy he was too damned aroused to worry about the symbolism. The little bitch had already blown him accompanied by an excruciatingly pleasing finger fuck of his own rectum. She had proved to be a consummate cock sucker and had even submitted to a nasty face fuck.

She came, vigorously fucking his face with her little girl pussy in an attempt to milk every last second out of her orgasm. While she had no personal hygiene issues she was one dirty little girl. She had tongued his butt hole during the blow job. He had reciprocated as a prelude to the anal finger fuck. She had carried on a ceaseless litany of nasty talk during his oral efforts. His cock had not deflated significantly after she had sucked him off. Following the brief interval while he ate her out he had become harder than he could ever remember. It was time to bone the little whore. He moved up her skinny little body in preparation of penetrating her tight little girl hole. She had other ideas. She reached down and repositioned his raging hard on at the entrance to her shitter.

“I want it there baby, in my ass. I don’t really like it the other way and I’m not using birth control so it’s an ass fuck or nothing. Are you okay with that? You know you want to put that fat cock in my skinny little butt, don’t you? All guys fantasize about fucking someone in the ass. Well, I’m your dream come true! I prefer it up the ass and you don’t have to be gentle; I’ve taken it there before. Just don’t cum until I do. That would really piss me off.”

Coating his knob with as much spit as he could muster he was at the depth of her furnace-hot little backdoor in a matter of seconds. He fucked her skinny little butt for several minutes as she responded by rolling her tiny hips in perfect consort with his deep strokes. As he felt his orgasm approaching, she stopped his efforts and rolled over on her front, lying flat on the mattress.

“Finish me like this baby, just fuck that little ass hole hard. Just hold me down and ream my rectum, motherfucker!”

He complied; without a clear view of her naked little cunt he actually started to imagine that he was fucking some slim young boy up the ass. While he would worry about it later, worry about what it mean about his own sexuality, at the moment he was simply too aroused and bent on dumping a nice load of cum up the little slut’s escort soğanlık rump to give a shit.

Fuck, maybe I have homosexual tendencies; all I know is that boning this skinny little androgynous piece of trash up the shitter is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Maybe I should take a walk on the other side, he mused. He’d always heard that boys were almost always better cock suckers than girls and he dearly loved a good blow job. And since they didn’t have a cunt, well after the sweet little mouth there was only one other place to shove a hard dick.

There were many effeminate young men on campus and more than one had come on to him. He had no desire to suck another man’s cock and he was damned sure that he wasn’t going to let one of those little queers do him in the ass. Then again he’d heard that gay sex was generally a two way street; there were, “tops” and “bottoms”. He’d be damned if he was going to become another man’s bitch but the idea of having his own, private boy bitch made his engorged cock almost painfully hard. He felt her orgasm building, none too soon, he mused. As she went over the top he dumped a load at the deepest extreme of her nasty little hole. She spun around and cleaned his cock with her wet little mouth.

“That was a great ass fuck, baby, you’ve got some experience in that department, that’s for sure.”

He’d had anal sex a number of times in high school more as birth control than anything else. He liked it; he liked it a lot. He couldn’t decide which was better, fucking a girl like this one who preferred it up the butt or fucking the reluctant anal virgin who cried and complained and even fought. Both had their place. This had been beyond anything he had previously experienced but, then again, the look on the face of a young woman feeling the massive invasion of her private hole for the first time, the grimace, the watering eyes and the protests. And then the acceptance of their fate as the initially uncomfortable fullness overcame them and they accepted the humiliation of being sodomized. A few got into it; many did not and simply endured the assault on their tight little rears.

“Have you ever fucked a boy in the ass?”

“What? Ah, no, I’m not queer.”

“You don’t have to be gay to want to fuck a guy’s butt. I know a lot of straight guys, particularly on this campus that do it now and again. Face it, in view of the artsy fartsy curriculum which dominates this school the ratio of gay to straight is twenty to one. I have more gay male friends than girl friends. I’ve let ’em butt fuck me before. Hell, I’ve donned a tool and reamed their tender little rectums on occasion. Hell, it’s just sex. You were outstanding but for a girl like me who only takes it in the back, gay guys are fantastic! That’s why I assumed you’d done it to a guy before. You were much better than the typical straight guy.”

“Since we’re letting it all hang out, I’ll admit that I’ve thought about it; hell I was thinking about it when I was plundering you’re rump.”

“Ever think about it the other way, you know, with a guys cock in your ass?”

“I don’t think so but like all guys I’ve always wondered what it would be like. I dated this girl for a while that had a strap on; I let her butt fuck me a few times. I’m ashamed to admit that it turned me on, but, I mean, she was a girl.”

“Ever suck a cock?”

“No, and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to.”

“Only pretty sure?”

“Okay, escort esenyalı I’ve thought about it.”

“Ever party?”

“Huh?”

“You know, guys and girls together, no holes barred, whatever happens, happens. No one does anything they’re not comfortable with.”

“No.”

“That might be too big a leap for your first time. You’ve got a really big cock. A lot of boys like it rough and they adore fat cocks like yours. I have a friend I could call…”

“How old is he?”

“My age—but he looks much younger. I’ve been told that he is the best little cock sucker in this town. Right now he’s bi; he’s fucked me a few times—up the butt, of course—and he’s a great little fuck. If you’re not interested in getting fucked in the ass, he could do me while you do him. Look, he’s easily as girlish as I am and from the rear with his dick shoved up my ass you might just forget that he’s a boy.”

“Call him.”

“You got it.”

A slim and nervous young boy showed up at his door in less than half an hour. He was quite possibly prettier than the little bitch he had just fucked. Sam had already learned from his new found female friend that the boy was decidedly submissive and would obey. The boy and girl kissed affectionately. Sam suggested they both get naked and get on the bed. Shit, now he was also a voyeur in addition to his other issues. As the two slim youngsters quickly settled into a sixty-nine, Sam was as turned on as he could ever remember. It was time to join the party. He went to the location of the boy’s head. Kneeling on the bed in front of him, he grabbed the kid’s hair and pulled his head off of the little bitch’s snatch.

“Suck this, bitch boy!” He growled as he forced his rock hard organ to the back of the little faggot’s throat.

The boy took all of his cock with no small amount of discomfort. He was gagging and his eyes were watering but he was a trooper. Sam fucked the little shit’s mouth and throat mercilessly for several minutes. The girl had now moved out from beneath him and was tongue fucking the girlish boy’s tight little back door, while jerking his cock with her obscenely small hand. The little bastard’s cock was almost as big as Sam’s.

Sam reluctantly removed his cock from the boy’s hot, wet little mouth. “Switch places! Both of you on your knees. Get that cock of yours up her ass. It’s already got a load of my cum in there so you don’t need any lube. That’s good! Shove it all the way in! Hold on! Reach back and spread those pretty little cheeks. That’s nice…now get ready for some cock little boy.”

Sam slathered a glob of K-Y on the little prick’s bung hole and pushed three finger’s worth inside. The boy screamed out in discomfort. You like it rough? Get ready for rough you little queer, Sam thought to himself as he lubed his organ.

Sam was balls deep in the boy’s ass in a single thrust. The kid had an incredibly hot, tight little shit hole and knew how to work his anal muscles to give extra stimulation. She had been right; this boy definitely knew how to take a cock up his ass hole and obviously loved it. Soon the two males were working in perfect unison as they plundered their respective targets. Fuck it, Sam though to himself. This boy has more hips than she does and really soft skin. He was squealing now; his squeals got louder as Sam blistered his pretty little backside with his hands. He lasted a lot longer than he thought he could but soon the inevitable escort güzelyalı feeling told him he would blast a hot load in the boy’s tight little ass in short order. He did. The boy bitch came soon after. Nobody seemed to care if the skinny little cunt got off but she seemed to be enjoying herself.

Sam again grabbed the young boy by the hair and pushed his head down to clean the ass funk off his dripping cock. The little bastard seemed to love the mix of his own ass funk and a strange man’s cum and did himself proud. Sam mused that Woody Allen had been correct; his chances of getting fucked on any given night had just doubled. Sam had definitely crossed the line.

“So, where do you two know each other from? I guess introductions might be in order. I’m Sam.”

“I’m Kim. This is Tim…my brother. We’re fraternal twins.”

“Oh fuck!”

“Hey, no big deal. Tim’s been ass fucking me for a while now; until you came along he was the best I’d ever had.”

“I’m sorry I was so rough with you, Tim. I feel like a real shit.”

“It’s just sex…I don’t take it personal…and I like it rough. You were, well, you were really…good.”

“Do you guys live together, or what?”

“Well, sort of…right now we’re kind off between residences.”

“You mean you’re homeless?”

“Uh, huh.”

“Are you really students here?”

“Both of us are; we were living in the dorm…we got caught…fucking…we got tossed out.”

“I may regret this but you guys can stay here if you want, at least until you find something else. Would you like that?”

“You don’t have to…”

“I expect payment…cash or trade…your call.”

“We both enjoyed fucking you so trading our skinny little butts for a roof over our head almost doesn’t seem fair.”

“Look, there’s a second bedroom; I used to have a roommate but it didn’t work out. I wouldn’t mind a little help with groceries and such…”

“Tim and I both have jobs…good jobs. We’re not broke, just in a jam right now. We’d like to stay as long as it works out. We don’t want to get in the way of your extracurricular activities. Just don’t tell anyone we’re brother and sister. We’ve slept in the same bed for quite a while. And either—or both of us—wouldn’t mind at all sharing your bed anytime you’re up for it.”

“Okay, let’s try it on a short term basis. By the way Kim, do you ever do it the regular way, I mean in your pussy?”

“I was raped once. Thought I was pregnant but I lucked out. Another time with a shitty boy friend…and a couple of times with Timmy. Why, are you absolutely desperate to fuck my cunt? I can’t take birth control pills, they make be nauseas. I hate rubbers and I don’t want to get pregnant. My periods are pretty regular so there is a small safe zone. Then again you could always fuck my pussy when I’m on the rag. “

“Look, I’m just asking. I like butt sex…a lot! But if your pussy is as tight as you ass is…”

“Probably tighter thanks to lack of use. We’ll see, big fella, maybe down the road if this works out…”

“Fucking your bloody little cunt doesn’t turn me off at all…I’ve done that before.”

“You’re hard again…so is Timmy…he’s a much better cock sucker than I am. Hell he taught me everything I know…”

“And what are you going to do?”

“Blow him while he blows you.”

“I guess that’ll work.”

Kim had been correct. Timmy was an astoundingly talented little cock sucker. Sam studied Tim’s cock as it slid in and out of Kim’s hot little mouth…it was a very pretty cock…maybe…just maybe…It wouldn’t seem quite as gay with Kim involved in the action…his own ass was the only one in the room that didn’t have a load of cum in it…Sam would have to think about that…Timmy’s big cock up his ass and Kim’s hot little mouth engulfing his cock…

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Note: All characters are 18.

So as you may have read, there’s this series here on Literotica called “Conflicted,” which was written by a buddy of mine who goes by the nickname of EldridgeinOO.

Eldridge and I have been ragging on each other for many weeks now, constantly killing each other about our stories.

We were spending so much time beating each other up that I finally said, “You know what we need to do? We need to kill each other in a story. I’m going to write a parody of ‘Conflicted,’ and you do one of mine.”

I have many more stories here on Lit than he does, so I’m not sure which one he’ll choose, though I’m reasonably certain that he’ll primarily target my collection of “Summer” stories.

We want to let the Literotica editors and all our readers know right up front that these stories we’re submitting today are just parodies. We both greatly admire the other’s writing skills and want to make it clear that nobody should take a word of what we’re writing here seriously. We’re going to go out of our way to create the most ridiculous parodies possible of each other’s works, strictly in fun.

There will be implausible sex, wild incest and rude behavior, and our only purpose is simply to make each other laugh. Once you recognize the characters and their quirks, hopefully you’ll laugh too.

~ ~ ~

“Baby, it’s starting to hurt a little.”

“That’s probably because it’s bleeding really good now. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure it prolapsed back when Mister Jenkins was still talking about the Gettysburg Address. What did I tell you about doing your exercises?”

Kelsey looked back at her hemorrhaging ass. “I know, doofus, but it’s really starting to sting now…in a good way, of course. Also, we’re sort of making a mess here.”

“Kel, you must be confusing me with someone who’s chock full o’ give-a-fuck.”

Pulling my gore-covered cock from my baby sister’s impossibly perfect ass, I used her long brown hair to wipe it clean. “Okay, there, is that better? We’re all spic ‘n span now.”

‘Oh, what the hell,’ I thought, jamming it right back inside her, only I kind of missed on the first looksie.

Hey, blow me, okay? It was such a mess down there that anyone could have missed. It was an honest mistake.

“Oops!” she giggled, looking back at me.

“Oops!” was right. I’d just fuck-shredded her taint to where it was sort of…gone. My little Prince Albert with the dangling Oakland Raiders skull charm had well and truly obliterated her fleshy dividing line between good, clean biblical fun and Kelsey’s idea of Wednesday night at the bowling alley.

“That’ll learn ya!” she sniggered. “Now you have no excuses. You better be able to find somewhere wet to stick it in down there.”

Sneering at her like the big dopey douche that I am, I rammed myself back in; though I wasn’t exactly sure where I landed, it felt vaguely grabby and passably viscous. Good enough.

“Kel, you just bear down, or I won’t let Amanda take you to Waffle House.”

Kelsey giggled, “Damon, you know that if it were up to me, hell, I’d let you split me open with a mace. The thing is, I just hate to get my skirt dirty. What with all this blood and gore, my pretty little skirt is gonna be hella messy when we go to the mall after school.”

Kelsey’s best friend Amanda was intently watching us, and I grinned to her, “Do it.”

Like a performing seal waiting expectantly for a sardine treat, Amanda excitedly clapped her hands together, then…

…tsssstttt…

“AAAAAEIIIIIFUUUCK!!” screamed Kelsey, launching herself straight up into the air.

Sitting back with a smug look, Amanda was conspicuously rolling a can of Bactine between her fingers.

“Kelsey, climb down from there! You’re making a spectacle of yourself!” I said.

Kelsey was hanging from a light fixture, panting heavily while staring down with murderously loving eyes at Amanda.

Dangling that way, she looked like a really sexy spider monkey…with a bleeding ass.

While teasingly waving the can of Bactine around, Amanda blew her a kiss.

Anyway, we were in second-period American History class, and the Redbull vodka I’d shotgunned after first-period had just kicked in. Swear to god, Jenkins’ lecture was beyond boring. So, having nothing better to do, I’d started fucking Kelsey in the ass atop my desk, and Amanda had our school’s A/V crew there filming it.

When Jenkins eventually caught us, he did his best Mr. Hand from Fast Times at Ridgemont High impression, smirking, “Damon, Kelsey, I trust you brought enough for the rest of the class.”

A small, stringy gloop of hot teen cheerleader viscera plopped onto my desk, followed immediately by a giggling Kelsey, who’d finally let go of the light fixture.

Landing with a thud, she broke my pencil.

Amanda picked up the cracked pencil and showed it to Kelsey. “You’re gonna pay for this,” she said threateningly.

“Oh, gawwwwd, I hope so!” cried Kelsey, launching a cool arcing of cum and red blood cells artvin escort onto Amanda’s beaming face.

As Amanda tried to lick it up – looking a lot like a really hot bulldog with its mug covered in peanut butter – Kelsey launched herself with a cute cheerleader growl over the desk and into Amanda’s lap.

“Yes, I am gonna pay, starting right now!” she giggled. Ripping Amanda’s panties off, she flung them at some fat kid we all called Ouch. We called him that ’cause every day when he knelt at his locker the other kids would carry their book bags really low to clip him in the head as they walked by.

His ears always looked funny. Ouch liked egg sandwiches. Damn, he had the worst farts.

Punting Ouch out of his chair, Kel let loose with a killer Viking scream before smashing the chair against the wall; once, twice, until finally it shattered.

Like a fat lady from Wisconsin enjoying her first four orders of roast mutton and bangers at a Renaissance Faire, Kelsey snatched up one of the legs of the shattered chair in her hungry maw. “Punish me! I’ve been a bad, bad cheerleader!” she growled, spitting the jagged shard of wood into Amanda’s lap.

Realizing what had to be done, Amanda immediately ordered Kelsey into the Scorpion Position against the wall.

“Cool move,” said Bart, the crackhead of our class, having just woken up due to all the smashing and screaming.

Yes, it was definitely a cool move. In fact, it was part of their Teen Cheerleader Porn USA routine, which, besides winning the state cheerleading championships for them, was also something the girls hoped to make a mint from on the internet.

Facing the wall, Kelsey was grasping her foot, having stretched that leg all the way over her head from behind; her other leg was straight as an arrow, the end result being that it looked like she had a scorpion’s stinger poised above her head.

Of course the other result was that she looked sexier than moist scarlet fuck. She was like a sexy Gumby, only with a hot, steaming bread bowl of Manhattan clam chowder between her awesome legs.

‘We probably need to put a tourniquet or something on that. Meh…maybe later. She’s still being sexy,’ I thought, grinning to myself.

“I’ve been baaaad, Amanda, and you know what you do to baaaad girls,” hissed Kelsey.

Pondering her next move, Amanda eyed the broken chair leg for a few moments before turning back to Kelsey. “Will you still be good for waffles later?”

Kelsey grinned, “I’m always good for waffles. You know me. I luuuvs me some waffles, and I really luuuvs me some nasty truckstop waitresses. They can ass-spatula me all they want over their hot griddles.”

“Okay then. I just wanted to make sure we didn’t spoil your appetite.”

Reaching into her backpack to pull out a strap-on, Amanda hooked it around her hips. Grinning evilly, she removed the wildly unsatisfying eight-inch dildo; in its place she wedged the jagged chair leg, which jutted out a good eighteen inches.

She looked like a golden blonde Pinocchio goddess with a Literotica story-sized jagged wooden cock.

Kelsey eyed her with the same sort of naked lust that I reserve for my swimming teammate Brian after he pisses on my balls in the shower, or when Erik the Fag bends over to retrieve his ‘accidentally’ dropped bottle of patchouli-scented bath gel while offering me up just a scrumdiddlyumptious view of his tortured leathery Cheerio.

Kelsey said, “Fuck me, Amanda. Fuck me like you mean it, you beautiful pussy.”

Moments later there was a beautiful display of teen cheerleader ass-blood splattering the windows.

With a song in my heart, I felt like Ice Cube. Truly, it was turning out to be a good day.

~ ~ ~

“Hey, Carynne, wanna ride?”

School had let out, and we were headed over to the Waffle House. Kelsey, Amanda and I were all stuffed into Amanda’s two-seater Miata, with Amanda sitting on me. She thought it best to give Kelsey’s ass, pussy and not-really-much-of-a-taint-anymore a little time-out, so we let Kelsey drive.

I like hats. I own all sorts of hats, ranging from mesh Snap-On tools baseball caps to Kenny from South Park’s green, woolly earmuffs thing, to colorful sombreros, to those little pillbox deals the Queen Mother always wears.

Some people say I’m a raging gaywad. I prefer to think of myself as eclectic.

Without a doubt, though, my favorite hat is wearing Amanda like one. That’s why I love convertibles. When you’re driving home from school, nothing beats having a naked blonde cheerleader’s ass bouncing off your face, her legs wrapped around your head.

Amanda’s pussy always smelled like…victory.

Before we’d taken off from school, Amanda had let me use some of my leftover lunch to give her a nice dessert douche, so on that particular day her pussy smelled like victory and kiwi lime pie.

In fact I was still nibbling on some Amanda-scented pie crumbs when we pulled up to the curb in front of our aydın escort school’s gym.

I always liked our school’s gym. It looked rather festive, I thought.

‘Teen Fucktoy High School – Home of the Snarling Beavers,’ read the arched lettering above the double doors of the gym.

Our cheerleaders had the cutest logos on their sweaters, what with our mischievous-looking cartoon beaver snarling out from between the spread legs of a big-breasted hooker from outer space.

Our football team looked cool, too. We were the only team in our league whose helmets sported alien hookers with snarling beaver pussies.

For a high school, we sure sold lots of team-logo t-shirts.

So, anyway, Carynne was lying out naked on the grass in front of the school, just minding her own business, quietly fucking a rake – the sharp, pointy end.

I liked Carynne. She was neat. Fun girl, that Carynne.

Once she saw us, she waved and got up to come say hello. With a cute little grunt she clenched her pussy, spanning off the head of the rake. Giggling as she made her way over to us, she kept herself impaled by the metallic tines after kicking the broken shaft across the grass.

“I’ll deal with you later,” she said to it.

Predictably, it just looked up at her with a baleful, wooden expression.

Amanda giggled, “Sweetie, with that rake sticking out of your pussy, you look like a horny peacock! Baby, get rid of that thing, and hop in!”

“Where are we going?” she asked, ditching the rake before climbing happily into the Miata.

It was a tight fit. Amanda was already wrapped around my head, my tongue buried in her snatch, so Carynne wedged her perfect little slut-body across Kel’s and my lap. Just like always, she ended up with her face in my crotch. Since it was right there again, of course she pulled out my cock and swallowed it. Shit, counting the one she sorta gave me during English Lit, I think that was my fourth blowjob from her that day. Anyway, she sucked on it for a few seconds, then, pulling back with a big grin, she looked up at Amanda’s winking pussy. “Oh, that’s right. It’s Tuesday, huh? Waffle House?”

“You know it!” laughed Kelsey, peeling out into the street. At that same moment, Carynne punched her little fist into Amanda’s pussy, drilling me right in the mouth.

“Owww!” I shouted. “You little whore, you busted my tooth!”

She just giggled, “Hey, before we go eat, can we stop by Katie’s dorm? I told her that I would let her pee all over me, and she’s going to be teaching her sorority’s leadership training class today, so we thought it’d be pretty sweet to kill two birds with one stone.”

“Fine by me,” Kelsey said, swinging the car over the median, directly into oncoming traffic.

Swerving wildly in a desperate attempt to avoid us, a school bus full of orphans rolled over a gay-ass Prius before crashing into an enormous liquid propane tank, and the whole lot blew up in a big, bitchin’ mushroom cloud.

‘Cool. That’s a couple dozen fewer deadbeat orphans for my dad’s tax dollars to get wasted on,’ was my first thought.

When the bus exploded, Carynne giggled on my cock while saying to Kel, “Smooth move, Ex-Lax!”

Right away a bunch of cop cars showed up and tried to pull us over. “Oh, fabulous,” I sneered. “Fucking losers. Jeez, isn’t there a crime somewhere you guys oughtta be fighting?”

Giggling, Amanda playfully bopped me on the nose. “Oh, you! And hey, did I give you permission to stop eating? I don’t think so!”

This big crazy-looking Nazi cop jumped out of the first cruiser. He was barreling over to our car, and even from far away I could tell he was kinda pissed. Sure enough, he started screaming at us, “Do you guys see what you just did? You killed all those people, and you blew up half the neighborhood!”

“This could be serious,” Amanda said to me, “but I was almost there, so don’t stop! Right there! Bite it!”

I bit her clit, and she pounded happily on my shoulder blades. Her long blonde hair looked awesome in the firelight from the big, stupid explosion.

With a killer ‘thwop’ sound, Carynne pulled her fist out of Amanda’s pussy before stuffing it into her own.

“Think you can make yourself cum before Officer Gestapo Head gets here?” Kelsey asked her.

“Twice, easy,” grinned Carynne. Sitting up, she threw her thighs around the center console, impaling herself on the gearshift knob. “Kinda lacking in girth, but this still feels pretty deece,” she giggled. With a devious expression she hissed, “Damon, quick, spin me!” When she pulled her knees up against her chest, I took her by the hips and began to spin her around that gearshift like she was a Lazy-Susan fucktoy.

“Wheeeeeee!!” she giggled. “Faster!”

I went into Benihana chef mode, my arms working in a frenzy as I spun her, and she cried out with her first orgasm.

“Better hurry up, girl, he’s almost here…” Kelsey said, insouciantly checking her mascara in the rearview balıkesir escort mirror.

“Quick, Kel! Hair brush!” hissed Carynne.

Reaching down into the door pocket, Kelsey pulled out an oversized pink hairbrush.

Lying back, Carynne spread her legs, and Kelsey wasted no time in stabbing the thick end of the hairbrush into Carynne’s pussy.

“Aeeeeiii!! I meant the other end, you idiot! The handle end! Aeeeiii!! Bristles! Bristles! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” cried Carynne, rapid-fire.

Since Officer Hitler was fast approaching our car, Kelsey assaulted Carynne’s pussy like Floyd Mayweather working the speed bag, and Carynne let go with a huge gush of girl cum, splashing the fascist cop right across his Top Gun Ray-Bans.

Pulling off his dripping glasses, the cop looked into our car.

Kelsey was sitting on a towel, letting her bloody ass and pussy gently pool up to form it into a nice, spongy tampon. A completely naked Carynne was sprawled out across our laps, with little aftershock geysers dribbling from her tiny pussy. Me? I still had my Amanda hat on.

“Never mind! They’re cheerleaders!” he yelled to his cop buddies, making a motion with his hands and hips like he was fucking. When they gave him the thumbs-up, he shot them the double finger-pistols.

With all the other cops and emergency personnel watching and waiting, he went back to his squad car and said over the loudspeaker, “IT’S OKAY! WE GOTTA LET ‘EM GO! THEY’RE HOT TEEN CHEERLEADERS!”

When Kelsey waved at him and blew him a kiss, he pretended to catch it and shove it down his pants, then we drove away.

~ ~ ~

“Hey, Katie. I didn’t know whether you’d eaten yet, so I brought you some food,” Carynne smiled, gesturing to Kelsey, Amanda and me.

“What took you so long? And yes, I’m famished,” Katie said, hungrily eyeing Kelsey’s bloody tourniquet.

Carynne smirked, holding up her palms in apology. “Sorry, we would have been here sooner except Kelsey killed a bunch of shortbus retards, then we got hassled by some horny cops. No biggie. Did we miss anything?”

“No, the girls haven’t all assembled yet, and we were just warming up the mechanical bull.”

“You got that thing working again, huh?” Kelsey asked with a salacious grin. She was fingering her gory flower, her interest piqued at the mere mention of the mechanical bull.

“Yep! Better than ever,” grinned Katie, eyeing my bloody baby sister like she was a plate of sizzling fajitas. “We added the second attachment we’ve been talking about, and we seem to have gotten that electrical shorting problem licked. It probably won’t zap you anymore.”

“Whew…last time it singed me so badly that I decided to shave off the rest of my little bush,” Carynne said, and we all watched as she gently stroked her smooth mound.

“Keep that up, lil’ girl, and I’m gonna havta rape ya!” snickered Katie.

“Not if I rape you first,” Carynne said, giggling as she licked between two fingers she was holding up in the shape of a ‘V.’ “Now let’s go see how Old Sparky is really doing.”

Katie led us to her sorority house’s playroom. Along one wall, looking like a row of Stairmasters, were a dozen Sybians. Another wall was covered in televisions that were all tuned to America’s Biggest Loser, and there before the televisions sat a gaggle of giggling sorority hotties, pointing and laughing at the disgusting fat people on TV.

‘I’m so glad I’m not fat. I love me,’ I thought, smiling to myself.

“Who’s first?” Katie asked.

When Carynne started to make a move, Amanda sucker-punched her with a right cross to the temple, knocking her out cold.

Kelsey high-fived Amanda, who smiled sweetly to her bloody little friend. “Yeah, right! Like I was ever gonna let anybody but you go first!”

As Kelsey began gingerly unwrapping the blood-soaked pussy tourniquet, which had mostly congealed and dried, Amanda just rolled her eyes. “God, Kel, quit being such a big baby!” she giggled. Then, with a single huge pull, she ripped the tourniquet right off her startled lover.

Kelsey’s face went white as a sheet, and she let out a strangled, “Erp!!”

I smacked Kel in the ass as encouragement, but somewhere in there I accidentally managed to catch my class ring on her pureed rectum, and my hot little sister fainted to the floor like a sack of turnips falling off the back of some Mexican’s pick-up truck.

After I sat there shaking Kelsey by her shoulders for what seemed like forever, she finally opened her eyes. Looking up worshipfully at me, she smiled, “Smack me like that again, and I’ll marry you.”

“Faker. Just rub some dirt on it, and walk it off,” I smirked.

When Amanda and I lifted Kelsey onto the bull, Amanda smiled with approval at the recent fitment of the second dildo. “If we could just get another one up by your face, this thing would be perfect now,” she said, and Katie nodded.

After sliding her mincemeat pussy onto the forward-mounted dildo, Kelsey simply aimed the rear-mounted one toward the general vicinity of the little cup of cherry cobbler we affectionately knew as her asshole.

“You don’t scare me,” she said, reaching back to touch her bloody crater. With a stubborn heave she shoved herself onto the two rubber cocks; then, like Clint Eastwood staring down Lee Van Cleef, she looked over at Katie and sneered, “Bitch, do your worst.”

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*This story involves some dark subject matter. You have been warned.*

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*Everyone depicted in this story that is involved in sexual acts is 18 or over. This story is a fantasy by, about, and for adults.*

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Tuesday

June 21st, 1977

Hello friend! I need to come up with a better name for you if I’m going to be writing to you every day. Today…is my 18th birthday, so I guess that makes it sort of your birthday too?

I don’t know when you were made, but Daddy found you in an antique shop in the city! He said the shopkeeper called you a “spirit book”. I didn’t understand what he meant because you just looked like a regular diary to me. But then Daddy showed me how the front cover folds out in this cool secret way and there’s a Ouija board there! And a little magnifier glass on a beautiful necklace to be the planchette!

Daddy said that the gift was perfect because it was beautiful and full of secrets, like his little girl. I love it but I don’t have any secrets.

PS – I lied to you and that might be ok sometimes but not for a new friend. I do have a secret. A few nights ago I heard funny noises and I thought Mommy was hurt, so I snuck down the hall to check and maybe call the police. When I looked in my parents room I saw Daddy was behind her, and pushing into her with his…his cock. I guess I should get used to using those words with you. She was moaning and she wasn’t hurt at all. She told him not to stop, and he reached around her so he was touching her in the front at the same time.

Is that why it feels so good when I rub against my pillow? Down there, I mean. Watching Mommy and Daddy doing that made me feel dirty but also very hot and I rubbed against the pillow for a long time.

Ok, I think that’s all the secrets I have in me tonight. Please don’t be mad that I didn’t tell you earlier.

Wednesday

June 22nd, 1977

I found something neat about the book. No one has written in any of the pages yet (except for me). Or so I thought. I found a secret flap at the back! Under the flap there’s writing! It says “My Name is Zozo”. That’s a strange name but I really like it. My name is strange too.

Well, Zozo, you know me already but let me tell you about the rest of my..no our family. There’s Mommy, she’s really pretty and a little younger than Daddy. She’s so sophisticated and I think she looks like Linda Carter but a little more curvy. Men *really* like her. I like that. Daddy is older than Mommy. He’s tall and distinguished and his eyes are like blue ice. He has a little beard that I think is funny but also somehow makes him look like he knows everything. And then there is my brother, who is in college, William. He’s 3 years older than me and he can be a jerk sometimes, but only when he makes fun of me. He’s a little shorter than dad. He always listens to me when I have problems and helps me with homework and drives me places too. I think he’s really sweet.

So, Zozo, I was kind of bad today. But not serious bad. Just a little bad. It’s about William. I never really thought of him as handsome but he left the bathroom door open this morning. He was shaving in front of the mirror but he wasn’t wearing any clothes! He had so many muscles and I could see his cock. It just…looked so beautiful. I couldn’t help myself and I put my hand in my panties and started really lightly touching myself. I got sooooo wet there…and something happened. It was a little scary but I felt something building up in me. When William got in the shower I ran back to my room and touched myself more and more on the bed and…it felt like I exploded inside. It didn’t hurt but it felt amazing and I couldn’t talk or move for a few minutes afterwards. Mom yelled at me and called me lazy for still being in bed. If she only knew!

Thursday

June 23rd, 1977

I heard you today, Zozo! Ok not in, like, sounds, but you talked back to me! When I got home I decided to try the planchette. I wore the necklace and then moved the glass over where the board said “Greetings”. And just like that my hand was being pulled around! It was scary but you were so gentle, Zozo. And your touch was warm. Like fire that doesn’t burn. It moved so fast but I could see what it was spelling: DID YOU LIKE WATCHING?

You didn’t say what you were talking about but you know my secrets. I told you the truth and said YES. Then you spelled out: DO YOU WANT TO DO MORE THAN WATCH? I didn’t understand exactly what you meant but I got very flushed and I think I got the general idea. I said YES. I feel kind of dirty but I also feel warm inside and…and I’ve been getting wet…down there…a lot today.

But then you taught me a word! You said the word was ACHAIGIDEL. You told me I could make people do…things…with it. I didn’t understand but I can’t wait to try it to morrow.

PS – Watched Mommy and Daddy again tonight. Why does üsküdar escort she get to have Daddy all to herself like that. It’s so frustrating to watch but it makes me so excited.

Friday

June 24th, 1977

When I got home from school I talked to you. You told me to touch myself…while I wrote to you…today. It’s hard…to focus…but I like it. You said…that it helps you…to help me. I didn’t understand…what you meant. But…I’ll do it. Then…I say this:

[moans briefly] Na’ama, I invoke thee. Make me pleasing to the sight of my lover. Ashmedai, I ache for thee! Come to me as a racing wind! ACHAIGIDEL, William, ACHAIGIDEL.

So I guess now I just have to wait and see.

Saturday

June 25th, 1977

So much happened since I wrote last time! It was frightening but also beautiful. There was a feeling in my room. Like it was warm? But not actually warm. I don’t know how to make sense of this but I felt like something…settled on me. Like it entered me and became me. I felt grown-up and sexy. I knew that he couldn’t resist me. I cracked the door slightly and turned of the light. Then I took off all my clothes and just lay there. I was completely naked and anyone could have seen! I never do anything like that, but I was brave.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up it was very late. I think it was after 3. William was there! He was standing in the doorway. He was wearing just pajama bottoms like he always does and it showed off his chest. I started breathing harder. He looked at me and I could tell he wanted to come in but wasn’t sure. His cock was so big it made his pants look like a tent!

I knew that if I said or did the wrong thing that he would leave. He would see me like a little girl and not a woman. So tilted my head and arched my back like I was stretching then I looked at him. I bit my lip. That was all it took! He almost ran in the room and couldn’t get his pants off fast enough. I was so scared but I was excited too and I knew that I did the right thing.

William needs to be loved just like I do. Only I know what he needs.

He climbed on top of me. His cock pressed in between my thighs and he looked at me, right in the eyes. He said “I love you but I’m sorry”. I told him not to be sorry and I wanted this. He said he would be gentle and he started pushing my legs apart. He kissed me. Really kissed me, with tongues and everything! He had one hand in my hair and he gripped it tight. It hurt but it just made me want more. He put his other hand on my bottom. I felt his cock pressing into my pussy. Just the head. I gasped like it stung me!

He pushed slowly in. I could tell he wanted to go much faster. He wanted to very badly, but he was gentle just like he promised. And then he was inside me, filling me. And I was a woman. And William made me one! It was so nice. He started to move slowly back and forth. I was so wet that he went easily and I started to moan, loudly and just like Mommy. He started to get more excited, and moved much faster.

I told him I loved him and he said he loved me and he pushed my legs further apart and moved faster. I said “Fuck me harder, William. Your little sister needs your cum inside her”. I’ve never said anything like that in my life. I’m not sure if that was even me. Well then he got really excited and started to moan and grunt and I felt it building in me. When I came I made a lot of noise but I pushed my face into Williams chest so I didn’t wake anyone up. I felt his cock twitch and then there was so much warmth inside me! It was like he was putting his love for me in my belly.

I know it’s wrong but I wanted him to put a baby there, so badly. I clung to him tightly until no more came out of him. He was limp on top of me. I was worried that he passed out but he hadn’t. When he took his cock out I was sad for a minute, but then he kissed me really intensely. Like I was the only woman he had ever seen and he needed me again. He said “I love you and I won’t let you go.” I cried a little but they were good tears. Then he got up and went back to his room. He couldn’t stay even though I wanted him to.

I just got up and wrote it all down. I need to change the sheets but I don’t want to because they smell like what we did and it makes me wet again. I need to get William alone. I need him again.

Sunday

June 26th, 1977 – Early Afternoon

William had trouble looking at me this morning. I think he was guilty. When he saw how I looked at him with love and want, he flushed and I don’t think had room for guilt any more.

Today was church, but it was different than normal. During mass I whispered to Mommy that I needed to use the restroom. I looked at William when I said it. Just looked! And he understood. Even as I walked to the back of the sanctuary I knew that he would be following soon.

There is a small chapel at the back of the church for “silent reflection”. I went there, but slowly. I felt anticipation and ache and it was so hard not gaziemir escort to run but I didn’t. It was so…delicious. Now I understand how Mommy must feel when she knows Daddy is coming home to fuck her. Oh my look at what I just wrote, Zozo! Are you proud?

When I entered the chapel, I walked to the altar and knelt, like a good girl. Then I hooked my thumbs in my panties and pushed them down to my knees. I pulled up my fine and proper dress and leaned forward so my head was on the ground and arched my back. I looked behind me and waited for my lover.

William saw me, pussy exposed and vulnerable, in front of the altar like an offering. He had to have seen how wet I was in the light. He moved quickly and undid his fly. His wonderful cock was already hard and he was so excited he was kind of angry. I think it was blasphemy of it. He wanted to punish me for being such a dirty girl. I wanted to be punished, I think.

He knelt behind me on a lower step and forced himself in me. He wasn’t gentle or slow like the first time. He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it hard. As he bruised me inside he leaned forward and said: “Do you like this, slut?”

I was so excited by this I could barely think! I said “I love it. I’m your good little slut and I love it and I love you.”

He got rougher and rougher until I was crying but I couldn’t help coming on his cock. It happened a few times and then I felt his body shake and he emptied himself inside me.

He pulled out quickly and let go of my hair so I looked over my shoulder at him. He looked at me and it was so sad and I wondered for the first time if I had done the wrong thing by making him love me using the word.

He said “Oh god…I’m so sorry” and then he zipped up and hurried off. He left me alone to clean up by myself! I noticed that some of his cum had dribbled down my thigh onto the carpet. I couldn’t do anything about that but I used my handkerchief to clean myself as best as possible. My panties were soaked from my own juices and my brothers cum, so I wrapped them in the same handkerchief and put it in my purse. I went back to our pew with my brother’s seed inside me and I was so satisfied and happy.

William didn’t look at me, but I took his hand and squeezed it. I saw he had a tear at the corner of his eye. I think we had some really adult sex and maybe he wasn’t ready. Its ok, I still love him.

June 26th, 1977 – Night

William took me aside after lunch and told me he didn’t think we should do “it” anymore. I was mad and kind of a brat and asked him if he meant fucking. I shocked him and I felt bad but I felt worse when he said he didn’t want to hurt me again.

I told him the truth: That he didn’t hurt me any more than I wanted him to. I wanted him to take me and make me his. I wanted him to do it again. I wanted him to do it as much as he wanted, however he wanted. I told him I wanted to be like Mommy for him and be both his slut and his bride. He got very flushed in the face and kissed me really hard and I knew that he really loved me both as a brother and as a man.

I let him lead me to his bed and push me so I sat on it. He stood in front of me and unzipped, letting his cock out again. I don’t know where Mommy and Daddy were but we left the door wide open. He pushed his cock into my mouth and I opened it up and let it in. He told me that this was something he had read about. I already knew what he wanted. I held his cock in my right hand at the base and moved my moth forward and back. I felt his cock slide into my mouth and out and heard him moan. He hadn’t washed yet so he tasted sour and salty and the idea that I was tasting our love from before made me very excited.

He grabbed my head and started to be rough with my head, forcing himself deeper and deeper in my mouth. I gagged a little but kept going. He was using me like I was just somewhere to put his cock, and I felt myself getting really excited. He started to say my name though and told me how much he loved me. When he came I tried to keep it all in my mouth and swallowed as much as possible but still he pulled out a little early and I felt some splash on my face.

I looked up at him with his cum still marking me and he looked down at me with so much love. I told him he could use me any way he wanted and that I loved him very much.

Today was so different than anything I’ve experienced before. I’m not sad about it. I think I’m all grown up now.

Zozo is with me all the time now.

Monday

June 27th, 1977 – Morning

I can hear Zozo whisper to me now. She says the most delightful things.

Mommy kept me from going to school today. Just me, not William. She was mad but also really confused and worried.

She told me she saw what I did with William the night before. She said it was because I lured him into it and that I was behaving like a little slut. She told me to stop it right away or she would send me away to a hospital and keep me away from sancaktepe escort him forever. That made me so mad.

I laughed and told her she was just upset that I got to him before she did. Zozo told me she thought about fucking him sometimes. He said she felt really guilty about it so it would make her so mad.

She slapped me across the face. It was really hard and I couldn’t think for a minute and almost fell out of my chair. I could tell Mommy was shocked that she did it. I said ACHAIGIDEL and told her that Daddy was going to fuck me in her bed and that she would watch. And that he would like my cunt better than hers.

All she could do was stand still and cry. I should feel bad but I just got wet. I told her we could all have what we wanted and we didn’t need to be sad any more. We could share William and Daddy and have their babies and nothing would be wrong with it at all. I told her that Zozo told me all about what girls could do together. I told her that I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world and I would do anything to make her feel good.

Just because I argued with Mommy doesn’t mean I don’t love her. Families fight, after all.

Zozo said it would all turn out ok.

Since I said the word Mommy couldn’t move. I went over to her and got on my knees. I let her move her head so she could look at me. I looked her in the eye as I lifted her skirt up. Her panties were a pretty dark red. I pulled them down very gently.

She shook her head and said no. She said she was sorry for hitting me and she loved me and that she was mad because she was so worried.

I told her that I loved her too but that sometimes daughters know more than Mommies. Her pussy had so much thick black hair on it! It was so beautiful. I think men tell her she is beautiful but only want to fuck her. I’d never do that.

I told her to lay down on the floor and spread her legs for me, so I could make her feel better. She shook her head and said no but she did it.

Mommy was so wet. I thought about how she must of watched William and I when he used my mouth. I wondered if she fantasized more about William doing that to her or using me like he did.

She moaned when I kissed her on her wet slit. It was so beautiful and her scent was so nice. I told her so as I let my little tongue explore her lips. She moaned and started saying my name. She wasn’t mad or worried any more.

I moved my tongue and lips up to her clitoris. I was very gentle because Zozo told me that some women were very sensitive. I moved my tongue around her clitoris and just barely brushed against it. Mommy shook all over and told me not to stop. She begged me. I loved her so I kept going.

I slipped a finger inside her gently and then another. She was watching me now and I locked eyes with her as I hooked my fingers and found her g-spot. Her back arched like I had just shocked her with electricity!

She began to moan really loudly and she sounded just like I did when William fucks me. That made me more wet and I touched myself as I moved my fingers and tongue the way Zozo told me to.

She came so hard and my name was on her lips as mine sucked her clit into my mouth. I looked her in the eyes as I came and told her it was for her and that she could use me however she wanted because I was hers forever.

I released her from the word and she got up and let me to her bed where she cuddled and nuzzled me and we kissed for a while. She taught me how to kiss really well and said that she would love me forever no matter what. She said she understood now but wouldn’t tell me what that meant.

Zozo told me it would all be ok, and it was!

Monday

June 27th, 1977 – Night

Daddy got home and the craziest thing happened. When I woke up I was still cuddled up to Mommy’s naked breast. She was sleeping and as I watched her I began to want her again. I was going to start suckling her breast but I heard voices downstairs. I knew them but I couldn’t make out what they were saying so I snuck downstairs.

Halfway down there is a landing that I could hear everything but they couldn’t see me. I heard William. He was confessing all the things we did together! I heard him crying. I was mad at first but then I realized that he blamed himself. He kept saying that he raped me. But it wasn’t true!

I was going to rush downstairs and tell him to stop when I heard another voice, warm and accepting. It was Daddy! He said he knew, for a fact, that William didn’t rape anyone. He told William that he was a good boy, in fact now a man after he had been with me. Then he said that no one could be expected to resist…me…when I wanted something.

I was confused and scared. Did Daddy know what I had done? Was it bad? I didn’t know what to do! Then Daddy said my name and that he knew that I was listening. I was so scared that I almost jumped up and ran back upstairs.

But he was with William, and I couldn’t leave him down there still thinking he was a bad person. He wasn’t He isn’t! He just gave me what I wanted! And he gave so much!

I walked downstairs slowly. I really thought Daddy was going to beat me. He’d only spanked me and William before now, and what I did was so much different…so much worse than anything I’d done before. Was it bad? Had I done things that Mommy and William didn’t want to do? They said no, but they came just the same.

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We had been married almost ten years. Everything was going great; the home we built together was finished and exactly what we both wanted, even the granny annex was furnished to perfection. My dad passed away a few years ago and mum couldn’t live alone, so we added the annex to our home for her. She now had her own home and privacy, but we were only the other side of the dividing door if she needed us. Life was good. We were happy and my husband had a great job with an excellent salary. What more could one ask for?

Then it happened. He came home early from work and his face told me there was something very wrong.

He sat at the kitchen table, took my hand and said, “I’ve been made redundant.”

His firm had gone into receivership. All the staff had been laid off and it felt as if our world had collapsed around us. What on earth could we do? The mortgage still had to be paid. We had some money put aside for rainy days, as many couples do, but it was pitifully small when compared to the outgoings of a home as big and costly as ours.

The mortgage was insured, but it only paid the interest. To cut a long story short we were getting further and further into debt when one of his ex workmates phoned and offered him a job. It turned out to be a very well paid position but it involved a lot of travelling abroad. He didn’t want to take it, but we both knew it was the only thing he was likely to get as the market decreased. The recession was setting in.

He took the job and left for Africa the first week. He was gone for almost two months. I longed for his return, his arms around me, his loving, and his sex. We had a very active sex life and enjoyed making love as often as possible. You don’t realise how important it is until it’s not there.

While all this was going on in our lives, my big brother was going through a very messy divorce. His wife was never on my best friend list; she thought she was too good for our family, putting on airs and graces that she didn’t really have. She, with the help of a divorce lawyer, took Bernie to the cleaners. He was broke. I felt so sorry for him. He had given her everything but finished up broke and very unhappy. Unfortunately, he still loved her and couldn’t stop talking about her. He used to visit us every week, mostly to see mum, but always spent an hour or so with me and my hubby. That is, until my man went to work for this overseas company.

Bernie was getting desperate. He was living in very unsavoury accommodation and paying through the nose for what was little more than a room. On one of my husbands rare visits home we talked about Bernie, and decided he could come to live with us. It would be company for me, and it would mean a man around the house to protect us weak women, and do the little jobs that confused the mere female mind.

I put it to him on his next visit. He was over the moon, insisting on paying us a reasonable rate for his lodgings and being so close to mum would be a big bonus for him. So within a week I had my brother living in my home. It felt strange, having to get dressed and make myself decent every time I stepped outside my bedroom. I had been in the habit of walking around indoors naked; in fact we both did when my man was at home. It saved so much time when we felt sexy – nothing to stop us from going straight for it. Perhaps that’s a little crude, but you know what I mean don’t you?

I had a habit of getting up in the morning and, after a quick coffee, visiting mum. I didn’t have to go outside as we had a connecting door. I would make sure she was alright and then I had some breakfast, before taking a shower and getting dressed. Up to that point only a light dressing gown to cover my body – it was warm and safe so I really didn’t need to dress before my shower.

Now that Bernie was living in my home I had to be much more careful. He caught me naked on several occasions before I got used to covering myself up when I had ventured out of my bedroom. But, being my brother, it didn’t seem to matter too much.

This state of affairs went on for months – me longing for my man to come home and Bernie longing for his unworthy wife who was filing for divorce. One night we were sitting watching TV; the programmes were rubbish so I turned it off.

“How about a drink before we both go to bed?” I asked Bernie.

He nodded, “Perfect!”

We both sat, drinking a glass of wine, talking about our lives in a slightly sad way. I was bemoaning the loss of my man, and of course he was missing his wife. I suppose I shouldn’t have had that third glass, because it always goes to my head and makes me much more honest to the point of being careless what I say.

“What do you miss the most when Andy is away,” asked Bernie.

I just blurted out, “Sex,” without thinking.

It was the wine talking. Without its effect I would never have said that to my brother if I had been sober.

Perhaps without thinking, I added, “It’s the honest truth. I miss Andy more in bed than any bayburt escort other time. I miss his strong arms around me and his body next to mine – not just the physical act of making love, but the whole togetherness thing.”

Bernie nodded, as if fully understanding me.

He said, “It’s the same for me. It’s what I miss the most as a result of the divorce. I love her still and miss her in bed at night.”

I smiled and said, “We are typical brother and sister aren’t we? We both miss the same thing.”

Again that was not my usual line of conversation, but Bernie drew me into his spiral of despair.

“Most of all,” he continued, “I miss the actual act of sex and not so much the loving side of it.”

It surprised me, because I thought it was real love, and seemed he missed her as a sex object more than anything else. He then went into graphic detail of how they made love and how often. It appeared his marriage was as sexy as ours, both of them fucking like rabbits. I have often asked my husband if he had his long ears cut off, because I’m sure he was born a rabbit. No other animal is as randy as those little furry creatures, I know, for I have watched from my window as a buck has one doe after another, sometimes as many as ten without taking a rest; very much like my man.

I don’t know how the conversation got round to me because the next thing I knew Bernie said, “I wish you weren’t my sister. All those years we grew up together, I always thought you were the sexiest girl in town.”

I had never even given me a clue he fancied me; he must have been terribly frustrated because we used to go skinny dipping in the river – until I grew up, that is, and became more coy and realised the big difference between girls and boys.

Even then, we often passed on our way to and from the bathroom, both of us naked. Even in my early twenties I thought nothing of passing him on the landing on my way to have a shower, with nothing on. It seemed quite normal to parade nude indoors, even both mum and dad did the same.

It was only after I married I became more careful of being naked in company. I think perhaps it was Andy that taught me to be more careful, as he put it.

Bernie continued, “If you only knew how much I wanted to hold you and make love to you, as teenage siblings living at home with mum and dad.”

I was aware that his words were starting to have a strange affect on me.

“I remember how your titties would stand out so proud,” he went on, “and how your tummy was always so flat, and the muscles always showed just that little bit. Not like a body builder, but defined and sexy.”

I felt that sexy moisture beginning to flow as he admitted, “Your long, sexy legs were often the stuff of my wet dreams; most of my pubescent wanking.”

This talk was getting to me quite a bit, so, despite the drink, I said it was time for bed and went to my room, actually locking the door behind me.

I lay in bed thinking of what he had said and hoped it was just the alcohol talking. Maybe he wouldn’t remember a thing about it in the morning, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Despite loving my brother as I grew up, I never thought of him as a man. He was just my big brother Bernie and he was always there. He taught me to ride my bicycle and later my horse. He taught me to ride that damn scooter that both mum and dad hated me riding, and then to drive a car.

Laying there in my bed, my thoughts went back to our early days; he did take a lot of time and trouble to make me happy. I thought it was just brotherly love, but as the memories flooded back, and I analysed them in light of his revelations that evening, perhaps he was being more than my big brother. Just maybe he did fancy me as a lover, not his little sister.

I couldn’t help myself my fingers crept down my tummy, to that special place where only Andy had been, my fingers touching that little spot, the one that made me oh! so sexy – my clitty. I rolled it around for a while but needed more, so I went for, it rubbing it hard and strong until I exploded into a fantastic orgasm.

Now it had become frightening. It wasn’t my husband, as it usually is, that flashed into my mind. My thoughts were of Bernie as he patiently taught me to drive his car. How he touched my knee and pressed on my leg to make me de-clutch, and the way he reached across my body to turn off the wipers that I mistakenly turned on to indicate I was turning left. It had looked just the same as the indicator stalk to me at the time, but the memory of his arm brushing against my titties was quite clear in my mind after all the years that had passed between then and now. I eventually drifted off to sleep, my immediate need being satisfied.

Morning came all too soon. I put my long dressing gown on before unlocking the door, making quite sure I was adequately covered before I took the risk of meeting him on the landing. He was similarly dressed, bartın escort not just his boxers that morning. Oh god! He did remember our conversation of the previous night, just as I did. He had reacted in a like manner, covering up the obvious attraction we had for each other, or at least the naked flesh that had fired his imagination all those years ago.

I almost regretted not seeing him in the same light as he obviously saw me. What had I missed out on, having a hunk of a man in the house with me all those years without realising it? There had been many times when he had made good use of my charms, if only in his dreams and in privacy of his bedroom. At least he had made more use of my young nubile body more than I had of his. I looked at him, his dressing gown so long it almost touched the floor, about as long as mine. I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing.

He smiled and said, “We both thought the better of it didn’t we?” And he kissed me on the cheek, as he did most mornings.

The tension broke and we carried on as if last night’s conversation hadn’t taken place. I did my morning chores and made sure mum was comfortable. She didn’t go out much, only into the back garden, as her hips were in a bad way. I took my shower and started to put my long ugly old dressing gown back on. But did I need to cover myself up? Bernie had seen me every day for most of my life, both scantily dressed and often naked. Why, just because he fancied me as a teenager, should it change the way I lived my life?

I dumped the dressing gown in the clothes basket and walked out, head held high, as naked as the day I was born.

I felt sort of elated as I walked the length of the landing to my bedroom, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Why should I pretend in my own home? As I turned into my room I heard the sharp intake of breath. Bernie was standing just outside his bedroom door – the look on his face spoke volumes. He hadn’t lost any of that desire he professed to me last night. He still wanted me, just as much as he did then. All the kind thoughtful things he did for me as a kid, were they to help me as I had always thought? Or perhaps they were to get me into his bed?

I shivered at the thought. Could he really want to make love to his sister? Wasn’t that illegal or something? At the very least, it was frowned on by society, and it was something that had never even crossed my mind. Despite my obvious revulsion to the idea of brother and sister making love, my pussy did that special thing. It sort of griped tight and relaxed as it does when my man comes home after one of his long trips abroad. It sort of pulsed in time with my heartbeat.

I sat on my bed, thinking this was not good. I would have to ask Bernie to leave, or at least live next door with mum, as she had two bedrooms. I dressed as carefully as if Andy was returning home but he wasn’t due for months yet. My newest undies, the thong and quarter cup bra I loved to wear for my man, all in red silk. A slinky top and fairly short skirt, as it was too hot for tights or even stockings, so I left my legs bare; then just a pair of low mules and I was ready to meet the world. But was I really ready to meet Bernie?

Walking down the stairs I wondered at my dressing in this obviously sexy outfit. Why had I tarted myself up, did I want Bernie to take it further, did I want to go to bed with my own brother? I felt a mixture of disgust and elation at the thought. After all, he was a handsome son of a bitch, one of the best looking blokes I have ever seen. Did it really matter that we were siblings?

I didn’t have time to come to a conclusion because as I walked into my kitchen he was sitting at the table eating his breakfast. I looked at him as never before, his curly hair as it flicked up at the sides. He needed a hair cut, but his face had that James Bond sort of rugged charm – just a hint of stubble on his chin giving him a slightly roguish look. Oh god! He was so bloody handsome and I hadn’t noticed until now just how attractive he was, even in his old work clothes.

He hadn’t got a job at the moment and so did most of the heavy work in the garden, taking the place of my husband. But did I want him to take the place of my man in my bed as well? He stood up and brought me a cup of coffee. My eyes involuntarily took in the masculine shape of him, even noting the bulge of his cock as it pressed against his tight trousers. It made a big strong statement of his virility.

What was I doing looking at my brother like this? I needed a cold shower, not a cup of hot coffee. He touched my shoulder as he put the cup in front of me. It was just the merest brush, but it felt like an electric shock. I flinched at that and he smiled at my reaction.

He sat down opposite me, his face serious. “We need to talk about this, Chrissie, before we do something we both regret.”

I couldn’t answer him, my mouth had gone dry. My tongue stuck to the ığdır escort roof of my mouth. I just looked at him with a wonder in my eyes. How on earth could I have missed his obvious love for me? I knew he loved me, of course, but as a sister, not a conquest.

Neither of us spoke another word, just drinking our coffee. Then we went about our daily tasks, me tiding up for mum and Bernie getting out the tractor to cut the grass. I listened as he drove the grass cutter round and round the garden cutting the almost half an acre of grass. It was a job that I normally did, as the tractor is easy to handle, and it doesn’t have indicators or wipers!

Finishing mum’s quarters, I set to work in the kitchen. But his image, sitting there so much a man, made butterflies keep attacking my tummy, sending those oh so wrong signals to my sexy bits. I could feel my nipples brushing against my blouse as I moved around. My pussy kept on doing that funny little throbbing, as if I was thinking about my husband. It was as if it were preparing me for a sexy interlude that would last all night on his return from abroad.

Yes, we still loved to make love to each other, and with him being away for so long it was like a honeymoon every time he came back. We acted like young lovers, but with the knowledge gained from being married for several years. Both of us knew just what buttons to push to make the other ecstatically happy. We could press those buttons all night, not sleeping until we were totally exhausted and spent. Then we would wake up the next morning and do it all over again.

Andy usually came home for a month before he had to leave again. The first week was a continuous round of unadulterated sex, both of us gagging for more until we had got it out of our system. Then we settled into a more normal round of making love once or twice a day.

These thoughts kept mingling with the image of Bernie as he drove the tractor past the window every few minutes or so. I would just get my mind straight and remember my position as a wife when he would come chugging past again, making me think of him, and wondering if I would really let him make love to me.

Bernie came in for his elevenses as usual.

“It’s certainly hot out there,” he said, sweat dripping from his face. “I’m going to change into something cooler.”

I made him some tea and cake for his break. Oh god! How could I have lived with this man for so long and not noticed a thing about him?

He walked into the kitchen in shorts and a muscle vest, his legs so toned and firm, his shoulders straight and strong, his biceps bulging. His shorts, however, were the thing that I couldn’t drag my eyes away from. The bulge was so obvious. He had a hard-on. I could see the outline of his manhood, so clearly defined by the tight shorts; everything about him screamed sex. How could I not have seen this before? He had seen me; he hadn’t missed anything about me as we grew up together but I had missed out on so much. Why hadn’t I realised what an absolute hunk he was?

He smiled at me and said, “You’d better not let Andy catch you ogling my bits like that or he will think you fancy me.”

I wanted to tell him just how I felt, but again my tongue was stuck firmly to the roof of my mouth. I mumbled something totally unintelligible and set his elevenses in front of him standing back to prevent me from grabbing him.

He sat in silence as he munched through the cake I had made only that morning, licking his lips in a most provocative way. It seemed as if everything he did today was turning me on, luring me into his web of fantasy.

I had to go out that afternoon so set out some food for his lunch and made sure mum was okay before driving into town in my car. I met my best friend for lunch and we sat in this little café.

“How are things going for you and Bernie?” she asked. “Is he managing to sort his life out?” She hadn’t missed his obvious charm, adding, “You’re really lucky, having such a nice sexy brother.”

I knew that she’d always fancied Bernie, and was quite distraught when he married a girl from work. She never liked the girl any more than I did. We often dragged her through the mud in our conversations. Why hadn’t I seen the fantastic looks and charm that my brother exuded? Mary, my best friend, had pointed them out to me often enough, she questioned me about why I was slightly ‘out of it’, as she put it.

I couldn’t tell her I was crazy about my own brother and that I was seriously considering sleeping with him. In fact the more I thought about it, the more it seemed as if there was nothing I could do to prevent it. It felt as if it was destiny, that we were meant to be together, but I was happily married to great man who I loved to death. How could I allow myself to be thinking like this? Not only would I be unfaithful, but I would be committing an illegal act with my own brother. Incest is an ugly word that conjures up the very worst images in most peoples’ minds. But I was committed to it and, despite my denial, it was going to happen. It was no longer if, just when.

Twice Mary had to bring me out of my reverie. I had gone off into that world of incestuous sex, she made me break my thoughts and continue the conversation. But every time she mentioned Bernie I went off again, into my own little world of imagination.

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This story based on my adventures with a girl and her family, mostly a true story.

When I got out of the Army at 24 I moved into the cabin up the road from Bob and Terri and met them at a couple parties, usually just drinking beer and passing joints around the bonfire. Bob was in his mid 50’s and Terri was in her early 40’s. I was in my mid 20’s and had just finished a hitch in the Army, so I was in really good shape, body and wallet wise.

Bob was Stepfather to Terri’s 4 girls and 1 boy. Mary was 22 and a knockout brunette, Cindy was 18 and a thin but curvy blonde. Carrie was 14 and the youngest was 12, Their Brother James was 16 and spent all his time either out in the woods or walking the 20 miles between our Valley and the small town along the highway that had the only stores in the region. Most days James would sleep till 5 am, do a couple hours of chores around the farm then head to town to spend what ever money he had in the video machines in the back of the diner. I got to know his routine because I’d given him a ride to Town or back home several times, the last time he had offered to smoke a joint with me and we stopped in the creek valley and smoked some weed. He said he had to piss and stepped out of the car, pulled out his cock and pissed right hwere I could see him, I tried to not notice when he took longer than usual to shake it off.

I had a load of money I’d saved during my Army time and was drawing unemployment, so I hardly had to dip into my savings at all. I’d bought a decent car that could burn rubber and top out over 140 on the long flat roads of the Indian reservation between us and Spokane.

I was driving down the long dirt road that led to the Highway, going fast through the cool creek bottom and leaving a huge dust cloud behind me. I was thinking about the last trip and wondered if the kid was a fag and what I’d do if he asked to suck or something. I came around a corner and spotted someone walking along the road ahead. I locked up the Ford to keep from dusting them out and slowed to match their walking pace as I came alongside them. I smiled when I saw it wasn’t James again. Cindy’s tight, round ass cheeks were unmistakable in the tight, high cut daisy dukes she liked to wear. She had a tube top covering her small titties, but not hiding the firm nipples that were impossible to miss.

I’d seen her at one of the parties and passed her in cars coming and going to town but had never talked with her other than cordial hellos. I asked her what a pretty young thing like was doing walking down in the creek bottom all alone and she smiled and said she was waiting for some good looking cowboy to come by and give her a ride.

“How far are you going?” I asked.

“As far as you want to take me.” she whispered back as she leaned into my window. I smiled and turned my head a little to the side and closer to hers and whispered back

“I’ll take you all the way and back again little lady.”

She leaned into my lips and we kissed a fast, passionate kiss that left no doubt the deal was sealed and she yelled “Let’s ride, cowboy!” as she ran around the car and jumped in.

I was already getting a hard cock from the tongue she plunged into my mouth during the brief kiss and the sight of her thin, shapely legs all the way up to the hip kept it getting harder. By the time she’d settled in, turned towards me and one leg bent under her, I was tenting my jeans and I looked in her eyes as they slowly went to my bulge, she licked her lips leaving them wet and glistening with spit and her eyes came back to mine. She slid closer to me and her hand ran slowly over my leg. she got almost to my cock and started down my inner thigh, then slowly teased finger tips back up my other thigh, being careful not to touch the outline of my cock straining the fabric.

I moved my hips and she pulled her hand back to keep from touching my cock and looked into my eyes again. She smiled like a cat about to pounce on a mouse and her hand found my cock.She squeezed me tight all the time watching my reaction intently. I could tell she was into the control she had and loved watching responses to her sexual powers. That made the ass showing shorts and tube tops the obvious choice to shock and titillate the local farmers.

She undid my belt and opened my zipper with one hand with the ease she would open a candy bar. Her hand snaked into my pants and she cupped my balls as I slid my right hand down her back, pulling the tube top down to her belly. She pulled my cock and balls free of my jeans and sat up, looking at my meat and grinning as she undid her shorts and slid them over her ass. I ran my hand over her small tits and the nipples felt hard she moaned as I brushed them.

It was another 1/2 mile to the hi way when I stopped the car along the creek where I could see anyone coming up the hill for a quarter mile. I put an arm around her and grabbed a hand full of ass as my mouth covered her right tit. I sucked the entire tittie into my mouth and ran my tongue tip in circles around her fethiye escort nipple. Her response was wild and she reached between us and started jacking me off. I slide my hand deeper down her ass crack until I felt her wet slit, as I pushed my finger in she rose and pushed back, fucking half my finger into her wet pussy.

I pulled my hand up and put the slick finger in my mouth, tasting her juice as I leaned back, giving her room to suck me. She dove to my cock and took the tip in her mouth, sucking hard until I thought I was going to cum just from having my tip sucked. Then she stopped, took my head and kissed me deep and long and then went back to my cock, this time plunging on it twice and on the third time taking it all the way to the base down her throat.

She milked me with her throat and just as I thought another couple swallows around my shaft and I’d shot my wad down her throat she pulled off me and turned, placing her cunt over my cock and sliding it slowly over me. I grabbed her small hips and trust up hard as I pulled down hard, making her scream and clench the door, and grind her ass hard on me.

She started a rapid jackhammer humping on my cock and I felt her tighten and cream up and she moaned like a tigress getting fucked. Her orgasm put me over the edge and I started dumping cum in her. As I spewed my load up her she had another orgasm, her cunt clenching and milking my cock. We both were drained, She sat leaned on the door and I was wedged behind the steering wheel. My cock was still pulsing and her cunt was still quivering as we panted hard and tried to savor the moment. The sound of a car coming up the road pulled us from our fog of fuck and she pulled her top up as I swung my legs down and pulled my jeans up.

The car came over the hill just as we both zipped up and as her Mom and Step dad stopped beside us I hoped that the sweat on my face wasn’t too noticeable. They said hello and Cindy told her Mom we were going to town, and would be back late. Bob leaned over for a better look, and I’m certain that the look of recent fucking was all over us both.

He smiled and said “Don’t you keep her out too late, she’s got teats to pull in the mornin'”.

I nodded and said I’d have her back early as they went on their way. We waited until they were over the hill past us before we both broke out laughing.

“Oh my fucking god!” I exclaimed, “30 seconds sooner and they would have seen us fucking.”

“Dad would have loved that” she said.

“That’s the first time I ever talked with a girls parents while my cum was still leaking out of her pussy.”

“Yea, that was exciting, wasn’t it?” She opened the door, stepped out in the road and dropped her pants. She squatted and let my cum ooze out of her and wiped the last few drops with her fingers, licking them off as she got back in the car.

“Well, I hope your catching a ride back from town too.”

“Sure, only lets take the back road home.”

The back road was about 20 miles longer, and almost nobody used it. We went to Town, Stopped at the corner store and bought beer and cigarettes and pulled across the street to the diner. We went in and she asked if I’d buy her a burger. I said sure and she said she’d be in back. I walked to the counter and she walked to the back dining room, where the kids hung out around the video games.

I followed her back and saw her standing beside her Brother at a video game. I thought “Damn, I hope he don’t want a ride home with us.” I walked up behind her and looked over her at the game. her Brother nodded and mumbled Hi and she reached behind her, put a hand in each of my front pockets and pulled me tight to her ass. I started getting hard again immediately and when the girl brought our burgers back she was slowly grinding her ass on my still bulge.

She turned and walked away, giving the waitress a clear view of my huge knob trying to break out of my jeans. I walked over quickly and slid into the booth where she put the tray. Cindy slid in across from me and as we ate our burgers and fries she played in my crotch with her toes.

Her Brother came over and slid in beside her, digging into her fries.

“You got a couple bucks you could spare.” he asked her.

“Nah, I’m tapped.” she said, I dug in my pocket and pulled out the change from the burgers.

“Here dude, catch me back when ya can.” and I slid seven and some change over to him.

“We’re running up to the border, tell Mom and Dad we’ll be home late” He thanked me for the cash and Cindy asked if he wanted the rest of her burger.

“Shit yea” he said and she poked him in the ribs, getting him to slide out of the booth.

“Ready to ride, cowboy?” She said. I dropped my 1/2 eaten burger, grabbed my soda and vaulted out of the booth.

“Let’s make trails.” I said and headed for the door, hoping to get out without anyone else seeing the hard on I was sporting. Looks from the waitress and two girls sitting at alanya escort the counter assured me that it was noticed. I had the car running by the time she slid in and slid over beside me like we had been dating for Months.

I turned onto the blacktop and headed South, towards the one lane dirt trail we called the “backroad” that snaked up the canyon behind ours. It had been the road to a Town that had been back up the canyon in the late 1800’s but was now just several old buildings and a few rusting cars. A few homestead cabins sat along the road, all abandoned in the early 40’s when America went to war. By the time we were crossing the bridge 1/2 mile out of Town she was jacking me off, and before we got to the cutoff she had her mouth over me, sucking like a calf sucking on a cows teat. I smiled and waved at a dozen cars going by, wishing I could roll down the window and yell “She’s sucking me cock!” as they went by.

Once we turned onto the dirt she pulled her face out of my lap long enough to strip out of her tube top and shorts and then dove back in my lap, this time with her ass high, easy for me to reach and finger her slit. I drove slowly, enjoying the hot sun, the hot blonde sucking my cock and the hot slime of her cunt as I finger fucked her.

I pulled off the road into the grass in front of the first abandoned log cabin. The roof had caved in and the barn was a skeleton, it’s boards having been long since taken to others barns.She opened the door and jumped out, running around the car and laying down in the cool, deep grass.

I stood beside the car pulling off my shoes and pants and looking at the naked angel spread eagle in the grass wearing only tennis shoes and a smile. She grabbed her knees, pulled them to her chest and then reached down and spread her cunt wide open.

“Catch me and you can fuck me.” She laughed and rolled over and took off around the cabin like a jackrabbit. I almost fell getting my last shoe on and took of after her, my cock slapping my legs as I ran.

She ran through the sagebrush and willows toward the line of Birch that marked the creek. I was right behind her all the way, watching her tight ass and feeling like a lion running down it’s prey, only I was going to eat this one over and over.

She stopped in the middle of a lush creek side meadow, turned and took a fighting stance. I closed the distance and went low, hoisting her on my shoulder and running toward the creek. I stopped on the very bank, swung her small body around me and held her by the hips over the water.

“Ok you win!”

“what do I win?”

“You win me!”

“And what can can I do to you?”

“Fuck me, you can FUCK ME!” she screamed.

I pulled her hips to my face and stuck my tongue in her pussy lips, licking deep. She gripped my legs and sucked my cock while we stood naked, balanced on the edge of the stream.

I turned and lowered her to the ground, turning her onto her hands and knees and gripping her hips. I pulled her onto me and started fucking her doggy style hard and fast and she threw her head back and yelleped with each thrust. Anyone within a mile could hear us slapping together and screaming. She came fast and hard and fell into the grass face down. Tried to roll her over but as she rolled she grabbed me and threw me down on my back. She mounted me with a foot on each side of my ass and started pumping her cunt full length tip to root. After about 20 strokes she started cumming again and I grabbed her ankles and shot my balls deep in her belly. She fell on my chest and we both just giggled and panted until we could feel the sweat drying on us. She slid down me like a wet snake and took my soft cock in her mouth. She suckled it until it was hard and then turned her self so her pussy was in my face. I could see the froth from our fucking and smell the blend of cum and pussy juice and pulled her down to my mouth and started exploring her cunt with my tongue.

I spread her ass wide with both hands and pushed one finger into her ass hole. It made her body tremble and she double the sucking speed on my cock so I knew she liked it up the ass. Knowing I would get to stuff that tight hole made me hornier than I’d been in years and I took her clit in my lips and gave her my best tongue and nose job while I worked three fingers into her ass. She made sure my cock was stone hard before she stood up and turned around. She took one step and lowered her ass to my face. I had never eaten a girls ass before but opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out to meet it as she settled on me. She held he ass tight on my mouth and I pushed my tongue quickly in and out of her tight ass.

She was starting to tremble again when she stood up, took one step back and lowered her ass onto my cock. I felt her ass pop over my tip, then she slowly let her weight carry her ass down around my shaft until she was sitting on my lap with my cock buried deep in her shit hole.

She started rocking, and clenching manavgat escort her ass as she worked slowly up and down and she reached behind and grabbed my balls, almost using them to pull my cock back in her ass. I got so worked up my hip started just slamming up to meet her and she put her hands over my chest and held her ass just right for me to power stroke it. I thought I was going to pass out before I came but finally the lights stopped flashing and my body stopped convulsing and she fell back, my cock made a sucking pop as it came out of her ass and I just lay and watched the clouds and listened to the creek for a long time. Cindy crawled up me and snuggled into my arms with her hot wet cunt pressed on my leg. I ran my hand down and cupped her ass, slipping my middle finger in her cum slick ass. We both fell asleep, her holding my ball sack and me with a finger in her ass.

When we woke it was to the sound of a car, we lay and listened as it went by the old house and up the canyon. We stood and walked slowly back to the car, stopping to kiss and fondle each other several times and by the time we were back at the car I was hard again. She smiled and pushed me back against the car door, squatting naked in front of me and sucking my cock like she was starving for cum. I didn’t even try to hold back and let her quickly pull my load into her mouth. She stood up and opened her mouth showing me my wad and then swallowed it and opened her mouth again. I took her head in both hands and pulled her face to me, kissing her deep and long as my soft cock pressed on her small tuft of pubic hair.

We both dressed, and it was only then I realized that neither of were wearing underpants. she left the tube top pulled down around her waist and I cupped her tit in my hand as we drove slowly up the canyon. At the next cabin we saw the car that had went by, and as we went by we saw a girls head raise up and peek at us from the back seat. A hand pulled it back down and we both laughed. I had not had a fuck this good since I went to high school. Even the $50.00 whores in Germany didn’t suck a cock as good as this little slut, and so far all she had cost me was a $6.00 burger and three loads of cum.

We crested the hill and could see our houses in the Valley below. I stopped the car just over the hill where we could see the entire Valley and we sat in the front seat kissing and rubbing. We were parked 1/2 on the small road and she had my cock out stroking it and my hands were busy with her tits and pussy when the other car came up behind us. She made no move to stop jacking me off so I kept my hand on her tit and my other one down her pants front. The car went by slow,as was the custom on these dusty roads, and the driver looked over and we watched his eyes widen as he looked down at my cock and her tits. As they drove on down the hill she pulled her pants down and I moved to the passenger side and we had a nice slow fuck in the front seat.

I pulled into her driveway and her Step dad was in the yard cutting firewood. He switched off the chainsaw and came over to greet us, I wished he would just wave as I was sure he could smell the raunch of well fucked pussy all over us.

“You staying for dinner?” he said as he extended his hand to me.

I shook his hand and before he could answer Cindy said “Yes.” and hollered at the house “Mom, company for dinner.”

Bob waved me over and I followed him to the wood pile. He handed me a good double armload of wood and pointed at the back door of the house. I walked in the kitchen and Cindy was already at the sink helping her Mom wash and peel vegetables from their large garden.

“Hi Jerry” She said, “Did you guys have fun in town?”

“Yea, it was a nice drive.” I said as I piled the wood beside the large fireplace just off the kitchen.

“We took the backroad home, stopped by the old Miller place.” Cindy said.

Her Mom smiled at her and said “Thats a great place, I love stopping there.”

I didn’t know it then but her Mother knew exactly what stopping at the “Old Miller’s Place” meant.

“So did you get down by the creek?” she asked.

“Yes, the creek felt awesome.” Cindy held up the carrot she was washing and broke the tip off of it, handing her Mom the long, thick shaft which just happened to be almost the same size and length of my cock.

Terri rubbed it softly, like she saw a little bit of dirt still clinging to it and said

“I hope you like pork chops, would you like 1 or 2?”

“I think I could eat two, Ma am'” I stammered, trying not to stare at the two asses, one young and tight and the other starting to sag but still hot in tight blue jeans.

“Call me Terri, we don;t get all formal around here.” she said. She walked to the fridge and pulled out two beers just as Bob walked in the door with a load of wood. As soon as he put it down she handed him a beer and put the other on the table in front of me.

“Are you a chess player?” Bob asked. “If so I think we just got time for a game before dinner.”

I said that I was and picked up my beer and followed Bob into the living room. He pulled down a heavy metal chess set on a detailed marble board. easily the finest chess set I’d ever played on. He took a pawn of each color behind his back and I choose the left. He held out the white pawn and turned the board so I was playing white.

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Author’s Note: This one’s for all those who don’t approve of silliness. I promise it’s a real story this time.

*****

I arrived at my parents’ house around mid-morning. I hadn’t been thrilled about being asked to look after my little sister, but mom had insisted that she shouldn’t be left alone. Apparently having a little eye surgery meant Brianna needed a babysitter while she recovered, despite having just turned nineteen and being more than old enough to look after herself. It was almost worth doing it just for the opportunity to tease her about it.

Mom and dad were already gone by the time I got there. I let myself in and went in search of my sister. I didn’t bother calling for her because I kind of wanted to see if I could sneak up on her. A little temporary eyesight trouble on her part wasn’t going to get in the way of my brotherly instincts.

Unfortunately, she must have heard me coming because she was looking right at me when I found her lying on the living room couch. I examined her silently for a moment while she squinted back at me.

“Lee?” she asked. “That’s you, right?”

“Mm-hm. So you really are blind, huh?”

I pushed her feet off the couch to give myself a place to sit. Brianna stuck her tongue out at me and curled her legs up toward the rest of her body so she could keep lying comfortably.

“M’not blind. Just can’t see well. Everything’s all blurry. It’s supposed to get better though. That’s what they say. I’ll be able to see better than before.”

“Fat lot of good it’s doing you now.”

I waved my hand in front of her face just to find out if she could see it. She swatted at me, but was unable to make contact.

“Cut it out, you jerk. For once in your life could you just be nice to me for a while?”

“I’m always nice to you.”

“Then I pity the people you’re mean to.”

I laughed while Brianna just shook her head. She couldn’t have been too bothered. She’d had her whole life to get used to me.

“So why do you have the tv on?” I asked, nodding toward it despite the fact that Brianna probably wouldn’t notice the gesture.

“Why do I have the tv on? You mean because I can’t see it very well? Let me put it this way; what else exactly am I supposed to do? Read? Go on the internet? Go for a run? You wanna know what all those activities have in common?”

“You need to be able to see to do them?”

Brianna clapped sarcastically for me.

“Bingo. I’m pretty sure I’ll be bored out of my skull by the time my eyesight comes back.”

“Is this really all you do? Just lie here and feel sorry for yourself?”

“Pretty much.” She held up her fingers to check things off. “Eat, sleep, lie on couch wallowing in self-pity. That’d be about it.”

Brianna looked like she’d just climbed out of bed. She was wearing a loose t-shirt that she’d probably slept in the night before, and nothing in the way of pants. When I examined her more closely, I realized I could see her panties peeking out from underneath her shirt.

“Maybe you should consider getting dressed.”

“Why? What’s the point? “

“I dunno. Maybe just ’cause then I wouldn’t be able to see your underwear?”

Brianna took her time in reacting. She pulled her shirt down a little further so that she was covered up, but didn’t seem to care about what I’d seen.

“Don’t look if you don’t want to see,” she said. “It’s not like I can tell what’s showing.”

“If you were dressed it wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Come on, Lee. I’m not going anywhere all day, what’s the point? Or are you gonna keep bugging me about this?”

“I don’t give a shit. If you don’t care who sees your panties, then why should I?”

I reached over and yanked her shirt up above her waist, revealing far more than before. Brianna pulled it back down almost as quickly.

“Fuck off,” she said.

“Or what?”

I tried to lift her shirt again, but she hung on to it this time. We got into a brief scuffle over it, with neither of us able to gain any real advantage.

“Get off, you perv,” Brianna said.

She finally decided to get her legs involved and started kicking me. That forced me switch my focus. I grabbed her ankles and held on, despite her attempts to free herself. After a moment I stood up and pulled her off the couch. She fell to the floor with a thud and just lay there. I retook my seat.

“You know you can’t fight me,” I said. “Even when you can see.”

“Some brothers would take it easy on their incapacitated sibling,” Brianna said. “You know, at least wait until there’s some challenge in it.”

She was still lying on her back where she’d landed. Her shirt had ridden up again when I’d dragged her off the couch and she hadn’t fixed it. She must have been able to tell it wasn’t covering her properly this time.

“Yeah, I could take it easy. Wouldn’t be very much fun in that. Then we’d both just be sitting around waiting for your sight to come back.”

Brianna’s panties weren’t particularly sexy, just some plain white cotton things, but somehow they bursa escort fascinated me. It probably had something to do with the way they were on display for me. I’d never known my sister to let me catch a peek so freely before. I probably shouldn’t have been taking advantage of her moping, but it was a fairly unique opportunity. I’d probably never get a chance like it again.

“Are you staring at my underwear again?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

“Liar.”

“I’m hurt by your lack of trust. You can’t actually see me, so you’re clearly just making unfounded accusations.”

“I can too see you. Just… not well.”

“That’s what I thought. And cover yourself properly if you don’t want me to look.”

Brianna climbed carefully to her feet and moved directly in front of me. Her shirt had fallen back down into place when she stood up.

“You were so looking,” she said.

“We’re just going around in circles now.”

“Whatever. Do what you want. I’m going to go take a shower.”

“Need me help you get undressed?”

Brianna took a swing at me, but I was able to dodge it fairly easily. She might have actually had a point about her not being a challenge to pick on. Somehow it just wasn’t the same when she couldn’t fight back properly.

“Asshole,” she said.

She walked off leaving me giggling to myself. With nothing better to do, I flipped through channels on the tv to try and find something worth watching. I’d only been at it for a couple minutes when I hear my name being called.

“Lee!”

“What?” I called back.

“Come here for a sec.”

I rolled my eyes and trudged up the stairs to the bathroom. I could hear the shower running inside. I wasn’t sure whether Brianna had gotten yet or not, so I spoke through the door instead of opening it.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Someone moved my shampoo,” Brianna said. “I can’t find it.”

“Well… can you use a different one?”

“I don’t know what any of the bottles are. I can’t read them. I should be able to recognize mine by the colour and I don’t see it.”

“I… what exactly do you want me to do?”

“Just come in, tell me if you see it. But don’t look!”

“You’re a big ol’ bundle of confusing this morning, you know that?” I said as I swung the door open.

The first thing I determined upon entering was that Brianna was definitely in the shower already. Her shirt and panties had been discarded on the floor, and a fresh towel hung nearby ready to be used. At least she hadn’t gone in totally unprepared.

As I stepped further into the room, I made out my sister’s silhouette behind the shower curtain. I couldn’t see any details, just the general shape of her naked body. I probably wasn’t supposed to be looking at all, regardless of whether or not I discern anything naughty.

“Do you see it?” Brianna asked.

“There’s a couple of bottle on the counter here,” I said. “There’s a green one and-“

“That’s probably it. Hand it to me please?”

Brianna stuck her arm out around the curtain, holding her hand out for the bottle. I gave her the green one, then waited. I heard the lid being popped, then the faint sound of my sister smelling the contents.

“Is that it?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think so. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Want me to do your back while I’m here?”

Her arm appeared from behind the curtain again, this time moving at high speed and holding a different bottle. I was barely able to avoid being hit by the projectile as she launched it in my direction, and it bounced off of the counter that I’d been standing in front of.

“Don’t be so gross!” she yelled.

“Helpful,” I corrected her. “I’m being helpful.”

She launched a bar of soap at me next, this time farther off the mark. I moved toward the doorway in case she decided to keep throwing things. I was sure she had more ammunition to use if she so chose. She’d tag me eventually if I let her keep going, even with her lousy aim.

“Would you just… just leave already. I’m fine now. And if not, I’ll work it out my own.”

“Just remember you’re the one who called me in.”

“Whatever.”

As I stepped back into the hallway, I heard a rustling noise behind me. I turned around to find Brianna had stuck her head out to make sure I was gone. She must not have realized that even though I couldn’t see much of her directly, the mirror gave me a pretty good angle. It hadn’t had a chance to fully fog up yet, and gave me a decent view of my sister’s upper body.

I stood frozen in place at the sight of Brianna’s naked breasts. She had no idea I could see them, so she made no attempt to cover them or withdraw behind the curtain.

“I can still see you,” she said. “If you’re gonna lurk out there, you could at least be a little bit sneaky about it. We’ve established that I’m not completely blind.”

“Didn’t want to go too far in case you needed something again,” I mumbled, failing to come up with a good retort.

I was çanakkale escort seriously thrown off by the partial view of my naked sister. I had no idea how to handle it. Despite my teasing and comments designed specifically to get a reaction from her, I’d had no intention of actually seeing her undressed. That went beyond the allowable limit of brotherly torture. I felt kind of guilty about it, but I kept looking.

“Maybe close the door then?” Brianna suggested. “You can stand out in the hallway all you like as long as you aren’t trying to peek.”

I closed the door, then left. I returned to the living room, no longer interested in what was on the tv. My mind was fully occupied with the image of my sister’s round, perky breasts. I was kind of upset with myself for it, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I shouldn’t worry about it so much. I hadn’t meant for it to happen. It was an accident. Brianna didn’t even know I’d seen anything, so it wasn’t like there’d be any fallout from the situation.

My powers of rationalization pulled through, and soon the guilt began to fade away. The memory of the event lingered for a while afterward. Boobs were boobs, after all. I couldn’t help it that my sister’s were so nice.

After a while I heard the bathroom door open upstairs. I assumed that Brianna must have been done with her shower. She didn’t call me back to help her with anything, so I probably should have just stayed where I was. I chose not to.

Perhaps I’d rationalized too well. Instead of doing everything possible to avoid seeing my sister naked again, I made my way casually upstairs. Brianna had vacated the bathroom, as I’d suspected. She’d left a bit of a mess, but nothing major. In all likelihood she’d gone to her room to get changed. I debated for a moment whether I should bug her some more or leave her be for a while. Proper timing was critical when it came to keeping her annoyed, but not genuinely upset. I decided she could probably handle a little more since she’d had a break.

I wandered down the hall to her bedroom, planning what I’d say in my head. I was leaning toward asking her when she was going to clean up after herself in the bathroom. It wasn’t terribly innovative, but it would probably bug her a little. At the very least she’d whine about how she couldn’t see, and that I should do it for her.

Brianna’s door wasn’t closed. That didn’t strike me as all that strange at first. It wasn’t until I realized she was still in the process of getting changed that I figured out something was amiss. I had been about to say something to her, but stopped when I saw that she was only wearing a towel.

As I kept watching I learned that her process of getting dressed was dramatically slowed down by the difficulty she had in picking out the articles of clothing that she wanted. Instead of just rummaging through her drawers until she found what she wanted, it appeared that she had to find something that was more or less the correct colour, then hold it up close to her face to be able to try and make out the details. She had most of her outfit picked out by the time I arrived, but while I was there she went through half a dozen pairs of panties until she found the ones she wanted.

I wasn’t sure how long I dared stand there without announcing myself. Even with her limited eyesight, there was a chance Brianna would spot me, or perhaps hear me if I made a noise. The longer I waited, the higher the chance of discovery. It would certainly bug her if she found out that I’d been watching her get dressed, but not necessarily in the way I wanted.

Before I could make a decision one way or the other, Brianna stepped into her panties and slid them up her legs. Her towel was still wrapped around her and covered her fairly well, but I got a quick flash of her butt when she pulled her underwear all the way up. I felt a momentary pang of guilt about watching it, but that went away when she dropped her towel.

My little sister stood naked in her room except for the small pair of panties she had just put on. She was facing away from me for the most part, so all I got were quick glimpses of the sides of her boobs. Her butt looked really good in the panties she’d chosen so I mostly stared at it instead. When she put on a shirt, I decided it was about time to stop perving.

I snuck backward several steps, then walked back to Brianna’s room. This time I purposefully made louder sounds as I moved so that she would be able to hear me. I let my feet drop heavily and tapped my hand against the wall a few times purely for the extra noise.

“Hey, Bree,” I said as I returned to her doorway. “What do you- are you changing?”

She was just pulling on a pair of shorts to complete her outfit. I noted absently that they hugged her ass nicely.

“Yeah, I was,” she said. “I’m really starting to wonder about you. You seemed obsessed with trying to sneak peeks at me.”

“Whoa, I don’t think so. You’re the one who left your door open.”

“Maybe rize escort ’cause you were downstairs. How was I supposed to know you’d be creeping around up here? And let’s not forget you trying to hop in the shower with me earlier.”

“You know damn well I was joking.”

“Do I though? It’s hard to tell with you sometimes.”

“Fine. Be that way.”

I turned around and left the room. I must have been more mentally off-balance than I thought. Brianna was turning things around on me and getting under my skin instead of me getting under hers. I didn’t like it when that happened.

Instead of worrying about it too much, I reminded myself that I actually had been peeking on her, so getting offended at the accusations was kind of silly. Thinking that way helped a little, if only because she didn’t know that I’d seen her. At the very least it meant I had knowledge that she didn’t. It wasn’t much, but it was a small advantage.

****

Brianna and I went about the rest of our day more or less as usual. We took the occasional verbal jab at one another, but I stayed a little more quiet and withdrawn than I normally would have. I wasn’t sure if she picked up on that or not.

We ended up spending most of the evening and into the night watching movies. Or rather, I’d watch and Brianna would complain about not being able to tell what was going on. Sometimes I’d describe what was happening on screen and wait for the right moment to start completely making shit up. She bought it a few times, but she generally knew when I was lying to her. It was kind of fun.

I eventually started getting sleepy. We were both sitting on the couch, each of us on out own side. I curled up in my corner and let my eyelids close a little. I wasn’t quite ready for bed yet, but I was getting there. I intended to at least wait for the end of the movie.

After another half hour I was getting seriously tired. I had to fight to keep my eyes open. I shut them for a minute, then opened them again. All that accomplished was making it harder to stay awake. At some point I must have fallen asleep.

The next thing I knew the room was dark. The movie had ended, and the only illumination was from the blank tv screen. I opened my eyes, but didn’t move right away. Something seemed off, but I wasn’t sure what it was.

Brianna was sitting exactly where she had been before. There was a soft sound coming from her direction that I couldn’t identify. I focused my attention on her and saw that her eyes appeared to be closed, and her mouth slightly open. At first I thought that maybe she was asleep and making small noises as a result of her dreams. I soon realized that wasn’t the case.

It wasn’t all that obvious in the darkened room, but Brianna had pulled her shorts down slightly. One of her hands was inside her panties. She was barely moving and clearly trying her best not to make any noise, but the small gasps that escaped must have been as a result of her fingering herself.

My confusion cleared away for a moment as I decided I must have been the one dreaming. That would explain what I was witnessing, to some extent. I’d seen my sister in a sexual way during the day and now it was showing up in my unconscious mind. I wasn’t entirely happy about it, but it made sense.

My brief state of clarity didn’t last very long. I had to face the fact that I wasn’t dreaming, and that Brianna was masturbating right next to me. I wasn’t sure whether to be turned on, concerned, suspicious, or whether I should just go back to being confused.

“It’s kind of funny,” Brianna said, startling me slightly. “You know what they say about being blind and having your other senses compensate? I don’t know if I buy that or anything, but maybe it’s not complete bullshit.”

I said nothing since I wasn’t yet sure what she was getting at. I wasn’t even a hundred percent certain that she was talking to me. She could have just been thinking out loud.

“Thing is,” she continued, “there’s a big difference in your breathing when you’re sleeping from when you’re awake.”

I played possum for another few seconds even though I knew she knew I was awake.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” I finally said. “Bree, why the hell are you playing with yourself while I’m right here?”

I adjusted my position so I was sitting up straighter. Brianna’s hand was still moving under her panties. It was a little disconcerting how calm she was about getting caught masturbating. She hadn’t even been all that sneaky about it to begin with.

“I was horny,” she said.

“Is this… are you trying to get back at me somehow?” I asked. “Are you trying to weird me out?”

“Well you were kind of asking for it earlier. But no, I’m not. Although I was kind of hoping for more of a reaction out of you. I should have known better I suppose. This is pretty much business as usual for you today, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

I had a bad feeling that I knew exactly what she meant. My mind went back to when she’d been in the shower and I had assumed she couldn’t tell that I could see her breasts.

“Just ’cause I can’t see well doesn’t mean I’m blind, dummy. It also doesn’t mean I can’t hear you.” A predatory smile slowly crossed her face. “You’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are. I know you were perving on me when you thought you wouldn’t get caught. That’s kind of bad of you, big bro.”

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